[Slowly, the shadows around A2 solidify into what looks like the silhouette of a female form. The glowing lettering painted across her skin ceases its frenetic movement, and she studies the being in front of her with eyes that glow like lantern lights.
Was this thing a machine? She couldn't be sure, and without her weapon (where had it gone?) she was at a disadvantage. But the fact that it could understand her seems to give her pause. Still, she is clearly looking for an escape — her is posture tense and harried.]
The machines! They have to be responsible — I have to stop them! Who are you? Are you working for them?
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Was this thing a machine? She couldn't be sure, and without her weapon (where had it gone?) she was at a disadvantage. But the fact that it could understand her seems to give her pause. Still, she is clearly looking for an escape — her is posture tense and harried.]
The machines! They have to be responsible — I have to stop them! Who are you? Are you working for them?