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The Ice Queen
As soon as Lance started asking those questions, Roxy started withdrawing back into her shell. "I-it's nothing," she said quickly, knowing she had already said too much. She glanced out the now-clear windows, wondering if she should just leave. She had dried off by then, her hair still damp but for the most part she was dry.
The cyborg wanted to know where the white building was. She wanted answers, and Lance didn't seem like he would help her that much, except if he gave her where the building was. But she refused to answer his questions, shaking her head. She was scared of what would happen if he found out she was a cyborg. The only memories she had of humans reacting to her were mainly the people in white, and they weren't happy or positive in the least. Most were violent or painful.
Lance seemed calm, but having not knowing him, she didn't know what his temper was like, nor his opinion on cyborgs. She held her arm close to her chest, not wanting him to see it even if it was covered with the jacket. "...Please, can you just tell me where the building is?" Her voice was quiet and sounded world-weary, and she regarded him cautiously, but without hostility.
The cyborg wanted to know where the white building was. She wanted answers, and Lance didn't seem like he would help her that much, except if he gave her where the building was. But she refused to answer his questions, shaking her head. She was scared of what would happen if he found out she was a cyborg. The only memories she had of humans reacting to her were mainly the people in white, and they weren't happy or positive in the least. Most were violent or painful.
Lance seemed calm, but having not knowing him, she didn't know what his temper was like, nor his opinion on cyborgs. She held her arm close to her chest, not wanting him to see it even if it was covered with the jacket. "...Please, can you just tell me where the building is?" Her voice was quiet and sounded world-weary, and she regarded him cautiously, but without hostility.