[b]“Was it not obvious from my choice of armor?”[/b] he asked, deciding that this particular robot must have been slow, perhaps made intentionally so, because fleshbag scientists were vain fools who hated it when their creations were smarter than them. Tapping Mariam’s foot and listening to the distinctive ‘clang’ that accompanied his strikes, he could sense the presence of a few precious metals within, their rings clear in his ears. A scant sound. Nothing worth caring about, at least.

What caught him off-guard, though, was the reveal that Mariam seemed to have another companion by the name of ‘Biggy’. Apparently, the dorms were large enough for Mariam to fit in, so for someone to be called Biggy…probably too big to fit into main hall as well then. Shrugging at her question about his own living places, Ier-Briar replied airily, [b]“I don’t particularly need to rest or sleep, even though it feels nice once in a while, so I’ll probably just keep everything with me.”[/b]

[b]“And unlike those fleshbags, I don’t need to worry about showers and nutrition as well.”[/b]