[She falls into step behind the android and lets her lead the way, doing her best to avoid paying much mind to all the eyes on her. She's used to people staring, albeit for different reasons— at least here, it's with curiosity, rather than with sneers or hateful jeering, and part of the reason she dressed the way she did was to invite people to stare. Couldn't be self-conscious about the way people looked at her if she knew they wouldn't be able to do anything but. It had helped her to steel herself to the way people flinched when she walked by, or steered their children away when they saw her get a little too close to the village for comfort, but this was something else entirely, and she's not prepared for this in the same way.
Even being human— or at least mostly— she can understand where 2B is coming from well enough.]
Guess it's the same for anyone. Nervous means you're not focused. If you're doubting yourself, then it's like getting in your own way. Can't fuckin' win that way.
[At least that's how she sees it. She goes into every fight with everything she has— hard, unwilling to stop until she has no choice but to do otherwise. Maybe they aren't so different, even if she's the odd woman out here.]
How long's it been? Since you guys saw humans here.
[She drops down to sit on a crate next to where 2B has dropped the fish, lowering her own armload to join the pile.]
[Near the pit, there's a box of matches on the table left out for anyone who wishes to rekindle the fire, and without a word, 2B picks it up, lights one, and throws it into the wood. The fire forms easily, small at first, but it will get big enough for them to cook over in time.
She sits too, posture stiff with her back straight and hands resting on her knees. She mulls over the answer.]
The humans fled to the moon in 11939. Seven years ago.
[Or so she's led to believe. 9S has yet to return to a working state, and so the news of what really happened hasn't been shared with 2B yet.]
We didn't think we'd see another. Not until we ended the Machine War. Humans created us androids to fight, so that's why the Resistance is watching.
[She gestures to the gate, where several of them stand, wide-eyed and in shock. She can't exactly blame them, though. Imagine meeting the species that created a whole other one. Yours.]
[The contrast between them is sharp as they both make themselves comfortable, 2B sitting with her impeccable posture while Kainé leans forward to clasp her hands together and rest her arms against her knees, feet spread apart and, generally, leaving very little to the imagination for anyone who might happen to glance their way, as is her custom.]
The moon. No shit. I heard a couple of other people say something about that, but I thought they were joking.
[Right. Androids probably don't joke.]
Figured maybe they just didn't want to tell me we were extinct or something.
[If she can still consider herself a human, anyway. She follows 2B's gesture, a very faint but wry smile tugging at one corner of her mouth when she sees the people standing there and staring. Considering the situation... yeah. She really can't blame them.]
They've been alright so far. Just... I don't usually expect people to be friendly. Know we've been over that before, but— I'm not real popular where I come from.
[It's said in her usual firm manner, but it's meant to be reassuring.
She wonders if it's a human tendency to compare. It's not as if she can blame Kaine, considering how each human seems to be so different from the next. They aren't built with personality prototypes like the YoRHa androids are, so there's no telling what they're going to get. So far, Kaine seems pretty alright!
The fire between them roars, growing in size, and she takes that as enough of a signal to skewer one of the fish.... with the end of her sword... and holds it over the fire.]
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Even being human— or at least mostly— she can understand where 2B is coming from well enough.]
Guess it's the same for anyone. Nervous means you're not focused. If you're doubting yourself, then it's like getting in your own way. Can't fuckin' win that way.
[At least that's how she sees it. She goes into every fight with everything she has— hard, unwilling to stop until she has no choice but to do otherwise. Maybe they aren't so different, even if she's the odd woman out here.]
How long's it been? Since you guys saw humans here.
[She drops down to sit on a crate next to where 2B has dropped the fish, lowering her own armload to join the pile.]
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She sits too, posture stiff with her back straight and hands resting on her knees. She mulls over the answer.]
The humans fled to the moon in 11939. Seven years ago.
[Or so she's led to believe. 9S has yet to return to a working state, and so the news of what really happened hasn't been shared with 2B yet.]
We didn't think we'd see another. Not until we ended the Machine War. Humans created us androids to fight, so that's why the Resistance is watching.
[She gestures to the gate, where several of them stand, wide-eyed and in shock. She can't exactly blame them, though. Imagine meeting the species that created a whole other one. Yours.]
They're friendly. You don't have to worry.
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The moon. No shit. I heard a couple of other people say something about that, but I thought they were joking.
[Right. Androids probably don't joke.]
Figured maybe they just didn't want to tell me we were extinct or something.
[If she can still consider herself a human, anyway. She follows 2B's gesture, a very faint but wry smile tugging at one corner of her mouth when she sees the people standing there and staring. Considering the situation... yeah. She really can't blame them.]
They've been alright so far. Just... I don't usually expect people to be friendly. Know we've been over that before, but— I'm not real popular where I come from.
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[It's said in her usual firm manner, but it's meant to be reassuring.
She wonders if it's a human tendency to compare. It's not as if she can blame Kaine, considering how each human seems to be so different from the next. They aren't built with personality prototypes like the YoRHa androids are, so there's no telling what they're going to get. So far, Kaine seems pretty alright!
The fire between them roars, growing in size, and she takes that as enough of a signal to skewer one of the fish.... with the end of her sword... and holds it over the fire.]
Why weren't you well-liked?