"Oh, you don't have to introduce yourself. I already know all about you, Doctor Rutherford, as I'm sure most people this day and age do. But I guess this is a better greeting than what you gave me last time." giving her a wink, "My name is Isabelle, by the way. And don't mention about shooing away those flies. I wanted to speak with you privately. Heck, I was planning to wait out here all day and night in order to catch you again. I'm sort of... a journalist too, so I know exactly how those kinds of people scheme and work. In some ways, they are more insensitive to feelings than those robots..." her eyes unconsciously shifting to one standing across the street for a split second. She had avoided looking at it the whole time she had been there. It was a well-dressed robot that was "humanized", the mechanisms covered in a layer of synthesized tissue meant to mimic flesh, stationed outside a high-brow clothing store meant for display. It shifted its pose now and then, greeting the passing people with automated responses. She felt a visceral shiver run down her spine when it suddenly turned to her and gave an overly-animated wave. 

If no one in particular was paying attention to her, they wouldn't have noticed such a small thing, as Isabelle acted and spoke as though nothing happened at all. A very practiced suppression, no doubt. But perhaps Freya, a keen individual, might have noticed. 

"I've got some influence in that sort of world, if you know what I mean, though not nearly as famous as you are in terms of medical science. Though I can't say I'm not any worse than them. I'm known for my more... cruel and ruthless methods of reporting, and have ruined many lives in my career. However, you are a very special case for me." 

Isabelle looked down at the hand, her cheery smile waning a smidgen. Even with all the efforts to conceal its nature, she could tell it was not real. Perhaps it was just the fact that it was [i]too[/i] perfect. It took a bit of time, but she grasped the prosthetic and gave it a light shake. It felt cold and entirely alien, the girl letting go as quickly as possible. She looked away slightly, making her best attempt at trying to be polite despite being thoroughly disturbed.

"Sorry. Like I said, I'm not exactly... into augments that much." picking up her large black bag, "Anyway, drink or not, I'd like to talk with you either way. Besides, I can't turn down an offer for freebies, can I?"

She stepped up with a happy hum, heels clicking as she stood next to Freya, "Well, after you, darling."

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