Kaz rolled his eyes. "Lovely, more people to join our merry band of misfits and people I've barely known five minutes." He took a hand out of his pocket, glaring warily at the robot. "So, Artemis. What are you doing around here?" he asked
"I was taking a walk. Is that a crime?" she asked, miffed.
"Heya, Kaz? Learn some people skills." Dylan whispered. To Artemis, "Sorry about that, Darlin'. I'm just watching out for my friends down there. Those two are drunk, so I'm keeping the area clear for them."
Going into this conversation, Dylan had thought before that talking to a robot couldn't be too much different from talking to a human. Now, it was obvious that this was going to be difficult. Her emotions were impossible to read and understand. Dylan couldn't tell if she had bought or caught his bluff.
"Ha, darlin'? What are you implying." she grinned. Well, an implied grin. She didn't have much in the way of facial expression. She wondered if that was flirting or not.
"Implying? Nothing. Just making sure we're all friendly here."
"Friendly. Right. I don't even know your name."
Dylan paused here. His real name would normally be fine, if it werent for the fact that he was half convinced the Android was a trick of some kind. The world's first sentient android taking a walk in Africa? Nope. Not buyin' it.
Bit on the off chance she was just a really lost robot, Dylan didn't want to spook her with his hero name.
Dylan settled upon "Logan. I'm Logan Hendricks. So, you're the first sentient android?"
A pitiful attempt to make conversation. But it works
"Hardly even a clever lie, "Logan". That isn't your real name, even an idiot could tell that."
"But yes, I am."
Damn. I've made a mistake.
Dylan held up his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, you caught me. Dylan Sykes. It's a pleasure." He paused, considering asking the android for help. He didn't have any cash on him, so getting a room wouldn't cut it. Maybe she had a place they could stay?
He went with it, "So do you have a garage, or a place you make repairs to yourself? I'm curious."
(Wow. If Avery had heard Dylan say that she was drunk, she'd have been so ticked. Lol.)
Avery watched the scene unfolding from her spot on the ground. It hurt to sit the way she was, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be able to see what was going on, no matter how painful it might be. If something went wrong… Possibilities drifted through her mind, ranging from not-too-bad to… well, to death.
Stop it. Stop thinking this way. It's not going to help you.
Well, being injured wasn't going to help me, either, and look where I am.
Oh, right, like that was your fault.
It was, though! If I hadn't convinced Dylan to let me go, I'd still be safe!
And where would that have put Dylan then, hm?
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out her own thoughts.
Kaz drummed his fingers on his leg, resisting the urge to give the robot a warning shock. You should. Fry them all and go back for Vaughn, his mind suggested, and he told it to leave him alone. He wasn't sure the robot wasn't dangerous, and he wanted to keep a close eye on it for the time being
Damn. I've made a mistake.
Dylan held up his hands in mock surrender, "Alright, you caught me. Dylan Sykes. It's a pleasure." He paused, considering asking the android for help. He didn't have any cash on him, so getting a room wouldn't cut it. Maybe she had a place they could stay?
He went with it, "So do you have a garage, or a place you make repairs to yourself? I'm curious."
"No, I have a house. Well, more of a mansion laboratory but same differential. Why?"
Vaughn’s jaw was tightly clenched as he watched the three. He couldn’t just stand around and be useless, he needed to help in some way. Then again, Kaz would probably go tell him to sit down or something if he tried to go over there. He looked over at Avery with a heavy frown. She seemed to be doing worse than he was. Then again, it definetly wasnt his first time being shot, and it’s been so much worse before. He took a few stumbling steps over to her before slowly sitting down, grimacing as he did so. He tapped Avery’s shoulder lightly, not wanting to startle her. “Are you okay?” He asked, struggling to keep his tone from shaking.
"Because my friends need a place to shack up for the night. We're tourists." Dylan said, "They're kinda out of it."
Kaz resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Tourists? That was the best this guy could come up with? They all looked like a band of cultists in his opinion
(Drunk tourists tend to look weird. You should live in Belgium sometimes.)
(lol)
"Well I suppose…"
"Just one night," Dylan pleaded, "Then we're out your circuits."
I pray she's got some med supplies, Dylan thought.
"Hmm… well, I suppose one night won't hurt."
Vaughn’s jaw was tightly clenched as he watched the three. He couldn’t just stand around and be useless, he needed to help in some way. Then again, Kaz would probably go tell him to sit down or something if he tried to go over there. He looked over at Avery with a heavy frown. She seemed to be doing worse than he was. Then again, it definetly wasnt his first time being shot, and it’s been so much worse before. He took a few stumbling steps over to her before slowly sitting down, grimacing as he did so. He tapped Avery’s shoulder lightly, not wanting to startle her. “Are you okay?” He asked, struggling to keep his tone from shaking.
Avery opened her eyes and glanced over at Vaughn before turning back to the others. She shrugged, unsure of how to respond. After a moment, she finally decided on, "I will be."
Vaughn’s jaw clenched as he frowned softly, but he let out a slow breath and looked away. “Alright, just checking,” he muttered, crossing his legs.
"What about you?" Avery asked, turning back to him. "Are you okay? That bullet almost looked like it went right through you."