A single percent of a smile that is was, the absence was still noticeable as Jessa blew Luci off in favor or ogling 'Heir Doktor' Wolfe upon their entrance. If the beep-boop didn't know better, they would assume the influx of organic doctors would be somehow related to morale. Mayhap medical attention was something better suited for a creature with meat and bones? Luci honestly held no shred of belief that the value of a 'soul' alone had sway in choosing who pried bullets out of you. It could be argued that this is [i]specifically[/i] the reason why having extra doctors on The Condor was essential, as Luci was not known for their bedside manner...or even being able to offer a reassuring smile, for that matter.

Thankfully, they could still hold the attention of their fellow constructs long enough to exchange greetings. Tiny blips of feedback brought about by the glow of Nexus' eye to the point of Luci being tempted to make a joke about how if it kept staring, it might burn a hole through her. However, the machine was surprisingly expressive with a single eye and Luci was curious of how literal such an assumption could truly be. The construct had unnerved them a bit at first, though like their associate 'Garbo', they appeared more interested in tinkering than dissecting crewmates.
Luckily, that was Luci's job, and they were most proud of being of some value since hostile alien specimens tended not to scream nearly as much or threaten to have them ground up. Yes! They were aware what bones were! Namecalling didn't make them any less broken.

Shaking the thought, Luci lifted a hand in a half wave to address Nexus and make it clear that they were very aware that the machine was watching them.
Judging by the noises Garbo was making, there was likely something they missed before showing up. It made no sense to the android why a fellow construct would take such a tone with its kin, though she was well enough aware of the man to know that asking such questions likely wouldn't get them anywhere.
[color=a187be]"Tell me about eit. Zeh view iz far from interesting, at that"[/color] Luci replied, unwilling to admit that they'd spent their time just kinda...staring. It wasn't like they cooked, took stock of inventory or did much of anything in the way of productivity when at port. [color=a187be]"Still building drones?"[/color] she asked, raising an eyebrow in mild interest; another unrefined expression that came off almost condescending even though the roboticist had one of the few jobs on the ship worth considering 'interesting'. Well, one of the few that didn't involve cracking skulls or delving into derelict ships for goodies.

The meeting was fairly brief and straight-forward. Luci didn't have any questions since the intel department was literally carried around by Roland who she imagined goes over such information with Marty who no doubt listened intently. The 'ladies and gentlemen' bit stuck with the beep-boop who took the exception in stride, not entirely sure what they could be considered as, themselves. It wasn't like they appreciated having such existentialism pointed out, but at least the captain was honest enough about his feelings.
In all seriousness, Luci was curious about one small matter, raising a hand before speaking. [color=a187be]"Do ve have a negotiator or a plan of attack? I doubt zeh Titchua are going to play ball, no matter how nicely we ask"[/color] they asked, simply knowing where they were going and why not entirely being enough. At least in the enforcement vids and based off experience, hostage-takers tended to get fairly itchy trigger-fingers in response to assaults. 


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