It was… rather amusing that she thought he was being kind. Really, he had just been making things easier for himself–it was coincidence that she benefited from it. Nevertheless, he decided to refrain from correcting her.
If she wanted to believe he was kind, then who was he to burst her bubble?
Blues paused a moment at her question, carefully considering his options. He could always tell her they were simply colleagues, but then that could bring up what he did, which would not be preferable.
“Well…” He began, pushing himself off the wall, “I suppose you could say we ran into each other.” It was vague, and a lie, but what else could he say?
He decided to change the topic, so to avoid any further questioning. Perhaps that was suspicious, but he was always suspicious. It was only natural that he played his role of the morally-grey mystery robot, right?
“What is your name, child?” He didn’t miss the identification on her wallet, of course, but he didn’t want her to know that. The point was to seem less observant than he was, as not to be threatening.
“Like, literally or…?”
Hopefully that’d make him snort a bit. She’d feel a little accomplished with that, she liked making people laugh.
Her name? Oh! Right, her name.
“My name’s Rebecca. I’m just a trainee still but…”
She had been making strides in her stealth training, and no one but Blues had actually noticed her. Her dream was to get into the 00th unit at some point.
Though she didn’t mind him calling her ‘child’. After all, she had been modeled after a 12 year old. Even with her physical upgrade, she still looked around 13-14, and it was intentional.
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