[color=9e0b0f]Do I know you? I am pretty sure I don't but anyway good luck got a feeling we will need it![/color]

When Orac blew off Amalay’s attempt at camaraderie, she was not to be daunted. Either that or was completely oblivious to the fact that he had attempted to be as dull and uninteresting as possible. This wasn't the first, nor the last of his sort she would encounter. Someone not full of laughs, not full of conversation, not full of opinion. Orac probably was just looking for some action and spare glory, and would worry about friends and retirement and other things that made life life once all of his affairs were in order. In other words, a philosophy completely diametric to Amalay's perspective.

[color=9900ff]“Primal and simple creatures Elvin Archer’s are, completely focused on task.This one has matured into its killing season,”[/color] she spoke to Grol... well not really, more than anything she began yammering in order to annoy Orac. [color=9900ff]“At this stage in their lives, they are solely driven off of slaughter, and shed their vestigial personalities and sex drives in order to meet their simple instinct for bloodshed. See how he doesn’t get mad or worked up about anything? His entire existence from this point on, is violence. See how the drive is deafening him to my words? Why, in normal society, before the bloodening, he might blow off my narration as some sort of joke. He might even quip about something he finds deficit in me, or could even turn around and smile. Who knows, he might even introduce himself. But no, the creature is entirely consumed and blinded by this urge.”[/color]

She began smiling broadly and stifling laughter at her own humor.