AVA’s face hasn’t changed from her original gaze, although there were a few slight cracks upon certain places that would leak some emotions that she seemed to try and hide. By going through the memory database in her processor of a brain, she tried to find anything of significance that would help in their current situation. Looking from her creator, to the gun in her hand, she flashbacks rock the moment where she found a lone object on the ground during the struggle between them and the police. There was, no doubt, a mess back at the house, so the android couldn’t seem to remember whether if the gun was owned by law enforcement or not. 

“Forgive me, Doctor, as I wasn’t entirely sure”, she responded in her usual cold and detached but eloquent voice, as she looked back at the weapon in her hand. “I found it underneath our bed pillows. As the third law states, I believed it to be one of the arms I was registered to have for protection”, she did remember using it during one of their usual exercises. Like the results suggest, it took AVA only a few months to adjust in using them. The memory came and disappeared, when the android to find herself looking up at the sky, and feel the water drop upon her dense, synthetic face. Internally, she wondered what was on the minds of the humans that led up to this peculiar scenario. Sophie’s last words made the taller woman look back to her, before proceeding to walk in her direction. 

The blonde woman’s hair was obviously damp by the downpour, and the next thing that the slender dark-haired woman did, was take off her long, foot-lengthed coat, and place it over her creator’s shoulders. As stubborn as she was, AVA didn’t let the rain bother her, considering her metallic piece were covered by synthetic skin. They had to lay low; perhaps find a place that had a cover, and wouldn’t require witnesses.