[The sheer amount of casings surrounding them and the ease in which the man holds such a bizarre and unwieldy firearm is taken in with a stoic sort of approval. A2 stands with her arms crossed, her expression unreadable as the racket of high powered artillery fire fills the air. The air goes still again in the aftermath. A2's eyebrows lift a fraction.]
Holy crap. How does a human your size carry that thing?
[An android, sure. But a human? As much as she was programmed to love and adore them, their physicality was concerning. Each one could be killed by any number of things. Terrifying. Knowing this and seeing this man's weapon pings at some sense of oddness that she can't determine by observation alone.]
Beam? Hm. Sure. [A graceful little wave of her hand follows this, as if she's offering permission.] Knock yourself out.
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Holy crap. How does a human your size carry that thing?
[An android, sure. But a human? As much as she was programmed to love and adore them, their physicality was concerning. Each one could be killed by any number of things. Terrifying. Knowing this and seeing this man's weapon pings at some sense of oddness that she can't determine by observation alone.]
Beam? Hm. Sure. [A graceful little wave of her hand follows this, as if she's offering permission.] Knock yourself out.