Nice to meet you

[stomachofsteel]

Stem Cell makes her way into the boiler room, picking at one of her eye sockets. She's looking for a few things--materials, power, anyone willing to help with repairs...

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[stomachofsteel]

"Well, I did just spend a good week at subzero temperatures with minimal energy and mostly-compromised structural integrity." She shrugged, adjusting her glasses.

[stomachofsteel]

"Really?" Now that's definitely an interested tone of voice.

"And where the hell is this, anyway?"

[talkback]

"Hey, Jim, I need tot alk to you...bout ..."

He pauses, staring at the girl.

"Uhm, hi."

[stomachofsteel]

"Hello," she says, relatively cheerfully, and finally scratches out a strip of recalcitrant, damaged psuedo-flesh from the side-inside of her left eye socket.

[talkback]

"That's pretty damn gross."

Peer.

"You an android?"

[stomachofsteel]

"I'd hope so," she says, eating the removed bit, "or this would be a lot more awkward than it already is."