[The little machine whirs at her when she takes the paper, standing there for just another beat, measuring— before it turns and trots off to find something else to pick up, a machine on a mission. Its absence reveals Octavian a pace behind, watching it thoughtfully before he looks back at Caitlyn. He blinks.
He recognizes her, he thinks; Viktor has been thorough in describing all the people from his home, and thanks to another one Octavian has even had the unfortunate opportunity to see a bunch of them tied to chairs in a dream. The tall woman with the eyepatch is... Caitlyn, if he recalls, and it's mostly due to Viktor speaking well of her that he doesn't simply wander off after his robot.]
Hello. He may return with more.
[Fair warning, more random objects might be in your future, please enjoy.]
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He recognizes her, he thinks; Viktor has been thorough in describing all the people from his home, and thanks to another one Octavian has even had the unfortunate opportunity to see a bunch of them tied to chairs in a dream. The tall woman with the eyepatch is... Caitlyn, if he recalls, and it's mostly due to Viktor speaking well of her that he doesn't simply wander off after his robot.]
Hello. He may return with more.
[Fair warning, more random objects might be in your future, please enjoy.]