[It can't show on her face, but she's relieved to hear his response. Logically, she knows what's happening in this Reims isn't her problem. Lu Li has enough to worry about. She has no obligation to those around her, not when she already has a vital goal to accomplish.
But her heart has always dictated her actions. France was where she had her honeymoon with Cassie. This town - regardless of whether it's her version France or not - strengthens the memories she has. The least she can do for the people here is to offer the unnatural, metal shell she's trapped in. Eraserhead reaffirmed that she was valued just as much as the other civilians. It's remarkable how much she appreciates that small implication.]
... IT'S ODD.
[Lu Li lets him look. She'd normally wear thick layers of clothes to hide the robotic nature of her body. A quick scan should be enough to tell Eraserhead that the android was designed for combat. Though it's clear that the plating is thick, it folds easily as skin would.
She looks away while he does so. This isn't a topic she enjoys touching upon.]
IT LISTENS TO ME LIKE MY OLD BODY. I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS MOVING. BUT WHEN I LOOK AT IT, I KNOW IT ISN'T MINE. IT'S. LIKE A PHANTOM PAIN. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?
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But her heart has always dictated her actions. France was where she had her honeymoon with Cassie. This town - regardless of whether it's her version France or not - strengthens the memories she has. The least she can do for the people here is to offer the unnatural, metal shell she's trapped in. Eraserhead reaffirmed that she was valued just as much as the other civilians. It's remarkable how much she appreciates that small implication.]
... IT'S ODD.
[Lu Li lets him look. She'd normally wear thick layers of clothes to hide the robotic nature of her body. A quick scan should be enough to tell Eraserhead that the android was designed for combat. Though it's clear that the plating is thick, it folds easily as skin would.
She looks away while he does so. This isn't a topic she enjoys touching upon.]
IT LISTENS TO ME LIKE MY OLD BODY. I DON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS MOVING. BUT WHEN I LOOK AT IT, I KNOW IT ISN'T MINE. IT'S. LIKE A PHANTOM PAIN. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?