“No shit Sherlock or he would be here.” He snapped, he may have one eye but the other was working perfectly. Why did people have to answer with obvious? She was a mechanical mouse. He didn’t need that weight on the colony. He needed people that could stand up for themselves and this colony when the shit hit the fan.
 
He set that aside and watched her carefully, noticing the fists balling up. He didn’t take that as strength but just an involuntary reaction. Like breathing or spitting. The way her eyes dropped to the ground screamed shame or she was hiding something, more than likely both. Neither were positive to her case. Her answers were annoying. He gritted his teeth when she declared she didn’t know, people knew if not fully at least the motive of what was behind the action. Dribble. 

There was no hints about Kenji, past or present. Didn’t even ask about his whereabouts another nail in her coffin. No reason for him to think that any of her memories were in anyway enforcing her actions to stay her hand against them. For all he knew, it was part of the trick for the robots until they knew how many humans were in the colony before sending more androids. 

 “Your feet brought you here? You felt you would be safe? How do you even know what that means?”

Geir snorted. “Yea, you were wrong. I don’t like your answers, whoever you are. They leave too much up in the air,” he pulled his weapon and clicked off the safty. “I was never a gambling man.”