He's begun to deal better with the snow, and since it was by now disappearing, Jetfire definitely felt a lot better, so he's been wandering around this morning, and the woman working out on the Green had caught his optics earlier.
That she's still out here by noon was enough to draw closer, but he stops some distance away; digging like that would destabilize the edges, and putting a few hundred tons of metal close couldn't really be the most secure.
"Do you hope to find anything in particular?" Jetfire didn't speak immediately, to allow her a chance to actually notice him... he didn't want to surprise her, after all.
Samantha is so absorbed in her work that at first, she doesn't notice the oversized mechanical being that's observing her from a safe distance. If anything, she is meticulous in this kind of work, and it's obvious that this happens to be her passion -- especially considering the way she is so carefully dusting off rocks with a paintbrush she'd found, and setting them aside in different piles.
The voice finally catches her attention, and she looks up, scowl firmly set into place.
She's not inclined to be nasty immediately -- but she doesn't look pleased at being interrupted.
"If I knew -- holy balls."
She finally realized the speaker was a robot, and she stares, open mouthed.
He's starting to get used to that sort of reaction, but considering that most won't expect a reasonably huge robot standing over them, he's made sure - besides the danger of the edges of the hole collapsing - to stop that bit away.
Allow them some space, and while it's not as huge a difference as when he'd be his actual height.
"Mmm, yes. Hello," Jetfire smiled slightly and inclined his helm, before he nodded to Samantha's hole again. "While I understand the impossibility of absolute certainty in what you could find, I assume you have some sort of... theories, or expectations?"
Samantha recovers quickly -- he wasn't the first anomaly that she had set eyes on here, but he was certainly different all the same.
"Well, the grass and the dirt seem real enough. Might be something underneath, after all. The place is medieval in nature, there might be something older down here. Who knows. Maybe I'll I'll find is dirt and rocks."
There are indeed quite a few... strange things about here, but to Jetfire, that is mostly such things related to "magic" or the "supernatural", even if he'd accepted a possible side of this concerning the Sunstorm situation.
"If all you'd find are dirt and rocks, at least that lends some credibility to this place, considering there seems to be some sort of... ceiling, or force field, in the sky, and we lack a proper sun, despite otherwise having all the advantages of the same type of sun that orbits the Earth."
He had almost specified the type of sun with the system he knew, and then rememebered in time that this human woman would hardly be familiar with Cybertronian scientific system of categorizing stars.
"Perhaps... But even if we were still within the Earth solarsystem, there's the question of which Earth, considering that so far, while I have ahrdly spoken to every single individual here, the variations given between what they know as their reality is quite too large for anything but a multiverse." Jetfire shrugged and looked back towards the main building of the complex, frowning slightly.
"It's hard to believe that there's enough staff or available resources to feed even the few people here, yes, despite the fact that a place of this size could support a much larger population... But it would need a larger staff for that."
And as for where food came from... well, there couldn't be any way to create a large energy or material output out of a small or neglient energy input - even "magic" would need to abide by this, if such a thing, by any definition of the word, existed.
That she's still out here by noon was enough to draw closer, but he stops some distance away; digging like that would destabilize the edges, and putting a few hundred tons of metal close couldn't really be the most secure.
"Do you hope to find anything in particular?" Jetfire didn't speak immediately, to allow her a chance to actually notice him... he didn't want to surprise her, after all.
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The voice finally catches her attention, and she looks up, scowl firmly set into place.
She's not inclined to be nasty immediately -- but she doesn't look pleased at being interrupted.
"If I knew -- holy balls."
She finally realized the speaker was a robot, and she stares, open mouthed.
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Allow them some space, and while it's not as huge a difference as when he'd be his actual height.
"Mmm, yes. Hello," Jetfire smiled slightly and inclined his helm, before he nodded to Samantha's hole again. "While I understand the impossibility of absolute certainty in what you could find, I assume you have some sort of... theories, or expectations?"
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"Well, the grass and the dirt seem real enough. Might be something underneath, after all. The place is medieval in nature, there might be something older down here. Who knows. Maybe I'll I'll find is dirt and rocks."
Samantha shrugs.
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"If all you'd find are dirt and rocks, at least that lends some credibility to this place, considering there seems to be some sort of... ceiling, or force field, in the sky, and we lack a proper sun, despite otherwise having all the advantages of the same type of sun that orbits the Earth."
He had almost specified the type of sun with the system he knew, and then rememebered in time that this human woman would hardly be familiar with Cybertronian scientific system of categorizing stars.
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She peers over at him.
"Though we've got food enough, and water and ale. It's coming from somewhere, eh?"
She just didn't know where -- and that's part of what this is.
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"It's hard to believe that there's enough staff or available resources to feed even the few people here, yes, despite the fact that a place of this size could support a much larger population... But it would need a larger staff for that."
And as for where food came from... well, there couldn't be any way to create a large energy or material output out of a small or neglient energy input - even "magic" would need to abide by this, if such a thing, by any definition of the word, existed.
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"Analytical bastard, aren't you? I like that."
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