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Lia studied the man curiously as he went on to speak. Comrades? Them? Were they? That felt...wrong, to say right now, at least. He was quite the optimistic one, but perhaps that was what she needed. Baylock always told her to be more optimistic about things, but where was the point in that? Especially now, after he was...gone? Even so, the mans behavior and enthusiasm was, in part, seemingly mildly infectious.

[color=chartreuse]"...I'll try to remember that,"[/color] For the briefest of instants, a small smile seemed to appear on the lips of her face. The dozens of intricate pieces of metal that made her face plate making a facsimile of a smile. [color=chartreuse]"Sir Pox."[/color] But it was gone in an instant as he went on to explain more of his House and origins. Blessed Isle? Thirteen Houses? Foreign, completely foreign. She had hoped that he was simply from across the seas, but no. Not even they had things named as such. Not that it mattered for now.

[color=chartreuse]"Eh?"[/color] Lia recoiled slightly as he stepped forward, hands clasped together. His passionate, quick speaking was not unfamiliar to her, and if it was possible for a robot to blush at being called a 'marvel without compare', she'd be doing it. She might have been a custom model, but there were far prettier, or more functional out there than she was. She was just a servant, nothing less...nothing more.

[color=chartreuse]"Aha...w-well,"[/color] Lia's gaze turned away from Pox, a metal hand coyly running behind where her ears would have been had she been human. [color=chartreuse]"That is quite alright. Master Baylock often told me I should be more curious myself."[/color] The automaton's expression returned to a neutral state as she continued in a mildly robotic and practiced tone. [color=chartreuse]"I am indeed, an Automaton. Servitor Custom Model CH-71A. Designation Primalia. Repaired and returned to service by Master Baylock and his associates."[/color] A formal introduction. [color=chartreuse]"I am unfamiliar with the terms you use. The Golden Lords...First age. Automaton were as numerous as humans were I am from."[/color] She paused, thinking for just a moment. [color=chartreuse]"We are even worshiped as gods, as the Old Machines in certain parts of the world."[/color] Averting her gaze once more, she continued. [color=chartreuse]"...but I am happy that you find me interesting."[/color]

Before any more jovial conversation could be had, however, they were interrupted by one of the other humans. A clattering of his sword on the table indicated mild annoyance? Impatience, perhaps. Uriel, did he say his name was? Certainly had a point. 

[color=chartreuse]"Uriel, was it?"[/color] Lia replied. [color=chartreuse]"Shouting at our rescuer will get no results. Something seems to have happened to his words to prevent him from speaking. I'd say he'd have artificial vocal cords that were damaged...but after being introduced to magic here...perhaps a curse."[/color] A logical conclusion. [color=chartreuse]"I also would like to know where we are though. This certainly isn't Ivorthain - magic like these creatures do not exist. Those bird...people do not exist, either. Only Humans and automatons such as myself."[/color]