The sudden changes in her environment made Han become very alert, her smile dropping as she rapidly turned around to face each of the perceived threats thrown at her, with her navigation off she felt compelled to just shoot the thing but was never quite able to get enough time to measure a clean shot against the illusion. Even though her eyes moved about, and her hand remained hovering over her pistol as she twisted her body no fear came out of her, lacking an amygdala from extensive neural degradation suffered as a result from the constant experimentation done on her.

This all changed once the Reader introduced himself. Her face went from cold and focused to her usual bimbo face. “Oh hi! I am Han, pleased to meet you.” She smiled, extending a hand, and offering a handshake. The strange sensation that the brain behind the man’s eyes was her own quickly vanished as she realized she had no brain, though did make her comment on it as she did not think before speaking. “Nice brain by the way, it looks like mine.” Though she was interrupted by the incoming service car before she could continue her stupidity any further. It was strange, not like how she remembered getting in here though she was also gone for a very long time, long enough for anyone to doubt her intentions and her mysterious arrival. Distracted, she stopped what she was doing and went to inspect the service car.

Before the man was done speaking she was already entering the car, fully trusting the complete stranger to have good intentions as he introduced himself. Surely, she thought, no bad person would do that. 

Eventually she moved on from the exterior of the cart and walked inside, listening to the strange choirs and being once again filled by a sense of familiarity, though not brought about by an illusion this time. The sounds were very pleasant, something she missed though she did not know exactly why.

Once she arrived she exited the vehicle without looking at her surroundings, waving goodbye at the Reader with another cheerful smile. “Thank you, Reader!” Before she turned to the Nerd Central that was the Holy Knights of Terra headquarters. For some reason she found it hard to remember exactly what it is that she did, all of her memories somewhat foggy and not very reliable in spite of her mechanical nature, why this was she did not know. As well, she felt that same sinking feeling she got when she first entered, remembering that vividly. “Is it normal to feel weird here?” She asked the same shadowy figure of her previous flashback. She still could not discern what he looked like. “They’re a bunch of nerds, pretty sure it would be weird if you didn’t feel weird being looked at by this many grease-faced weirdos.” Her question remained unanswered, but the reassurance of the man kept her from turning back. [i]‘What a strange instinct.’[/i] She thought, shrugging off the feeling after remembering that interaction and moving on.

Her first questioning was unsuccessful, with some dismissing her and others stuttering so much she found it impossible to communicate. Eventually, she fixed her sights on Dom. That feeling came back, something drawing her to the man. “Hi, how are you?” She asked Dom nicely, having skipped over. “You give me good vibes. Can I work for you? I need to eat so I don’t die.” Very straightforward, she thought it would work like how machines understand simpler things in a much easier manner. “I can’t recall what I did here, I think I shot things but that’s all I remember. Oh and you look like someone I used to know, he brought me here so I thought maybe you would also know since you look similar. You do shoot things right?” In spite of what she said, her smile and tone remained the same as if this was a genuine conversation and she was not fucking with Dom.