The partial bionic witnessed Julian herd the Cocoon legionnaire into the tent of Maurice. With a completely blank expression, she swallowed the replies between Adelinde and Nyxia. Time slowly passed while the android remained stationary, resembling a mannequin adorned with noir fashion and a belt of many psychedelic colors, mimicking a circular acid trip revolving around a rainbow. 

She stared.

Without recognition of awkwardness nor of expediency, she eventually broke the silence, once it was apparent that the name of the PSICOM refugee would like not be spoken or eavesdropped, as a hand pulled back the tent flap. She would have to [b]ASK[/b].

Once again.

Directing her full attention to the tearful l’Cie, she peddled a rebuttal to the crying Nadia. [color=fff200]“I am not exactly certain of the exact, specific instance for which my expression is deserving of gratitude.”[/color] The stylish automaton hunted for further hints to this peculiar, but frequent exchange of appreciation, despite no visible evidence of any overt negligence on behalf of her mechanical mind, especially in the initial alliance of new [b]FRIENDS.[/b]

[color=fff200]“Please clarify.”[/color]

Soon, though, her auditory senses tracked the frail footsteps of the salvaged soldier, parading through their encampment, noting the calculated distance to triangulate his resting position later, within 86.3% precision. 

A fleeting second transpired, accompanied with a lack of conversational grace.

[color=fff200]“I will need your reply, shortly. I cannot linger for much longer.”[/color]

[@Landaus Five-One]