[h3][color=7ea7d8][b]GEN HOUJOU[/b][/color][/h3][hr]
[b]"Welcome to the party, Gen. If you're having trouble translating, Cara can help you with that. She's an amazing translator. Nothing like that Google Translate bullshit."[/b]

Cara can what now? Realisation slowly dawned.

[color=7ea7d8]“[i]A-Ah. Sou desu ne.[/i]”[/color]

His smile widened reflexively as he felt his soul crumble and reform a million times over. A meek nod and he pulled out his own phone. 

[color=7ea7d8]“<Looks like we’ll be spending a lot more time together, Cara-san.>” [/color]

He wanted to cry.

[b]“<It will be my pleasure to facilitate your many future conversations.>”[/b]

Were robotic voices capable of smugness? Cara was a rather advanced program, her capacity for bullshittery was likely much higher than the average supercomputer. The ‘mexican sake’ shoved at him by the thug girl – tequila, it was most definitely tequila – was starting to look very welcoming now.

[b]"So, what brought you two to this side of the woods?"[/b]

Crippling isolation. A naggy robot.

[color=7ea7d8]“<I thought a momentary change of pace would be pleasant,>”[/color] he shrugged stiffly, Cara repeating it in English for him.