[phone, foreword dated to tomorrow tomorrow i love ya tomorrow]

[brbgoing2russia]

Something bad's going on. Anyone who needs help, head over to--

Okay, just kidding. Heading over to my place is probably a bad idea right now. [she's pretty sure her place is the place that started this OOPS bad not!dad]Tell you what. You need help? Stay put, and call me. I'll come to you. I'll be there within seconds of getting the message. I'm

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[perfectvoice]

Ah, Charlie-san? I could help! I'm made out of metal, so zombies can't get to me.

[brbgoing2russia]

Seriously?! You could probably help a lot of people in rough spots then!

[perfectvoice]

Of course! I could get to them first before the zombies could and get them to a safe place and sing for them so they'd be more comfortable.

...although, do you know a mechanic? I...kind of got bitten. More than once.

[She may be immune, but zombies are brainless dummies who eat brains to compensate for their lack of one. Yes, despite being a robot, she has been bitten quite a few times already.]

[brbgoing2russia]

Oh, shoot, are you okay?

I don't know one, but we'll find you one.

[perfectvoice]

I'm fine, but some of the synthetic skin was bitten off. And, ah, thanks!