[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/OHyHtms.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" style="avatar]Kae sucked at the mint as she listened, her figure stiffening slightly as the message was received, as it wasn't one she had genuine interest in responding to. Aware that she had been left alone with someone more demanding than she initially perceived her companion to be, the woman brought a manicured hand upwards to rake through pink tresses in feeble attempt to anchor the filaments behind the crest of her ear. "Better for you, it seems." The Veil had been her home for a decade, and in such, she had no intention of simply abandoning her place of employment for the prospect of greener pastures. Not without proof, at the very least. "Why are you so interested in me?" That, among all the stray thoughts flying around her thought bank, seemed the most pressing matter between the pair. As she had mentioned before, and Ventus had further affirmed for the Synthetic, there was a great deal of money at stake when the male was involved, so why was he looking to pick up an older model android if he wasn't doing so for collecting purposes?
"I'm confused." Kae said, a tinge of uneasiness lacing her lyrical vocals. "What good does acquiring me do? What is the benefit" Struggling to find the words, the Synthetic fell silence for a moment as she assessed her options. Finally, begrudgingly, she continued with, "I know there are places I would prefer to be, other than here. I wouldn't argue that. I just... Don't know what you want from me." She brought up a hand as though expecting him to interject. "To work for you, yes. That much I understand. What I want to know is what you plan for me to do?" A list of occupations came to mind, various tasks that fit the qualifications he had previously covered with his assurances. If she needn't worry about her 'bodily integrity', what could a wealthy mobster hope to find with an archaic piece of technology he couldn't otherwise satisfy with a newer model KAE?
"This is what I do." A vague thing to say, but for many years, her nights had been spent keeping strangers company while she shuttled drinks back and forth through a fog of conversation. Her installed programming was adaptive, but without proper training, she fell into the same lull humans did; doing what she knew how to do, rather than what she might have preferred doing. As the conversation continued, Kae found it increasingly difficult to meet Ventus' gaze, even if he continued watching her where she sat. "How do I know you're not lying to me?" Beneath that slick and demanding demeanor of her counterpart, was there some unforeseen presence of benevolence? If so, why?
"What do you want me to do, Mr. Astartes?" Kae picked up the wrapper from the now dissolved mint and balled the cellophane between her thumb and forefinger. "Under your employment, that is. Is there a position opening in a business you own, or are you simply looking for another follower for your entourage?" Mention of this was done to acknowledge she hadn't forgotten Ventus wasn't alone here, even if Feston wasn't in their immediate vicinity.
"I'm confused." Kae said, a tinge of uneasiness lacing her lyrical vocals. "What good does acquiring me do? What is the benefit" Struggling to find the words, the Synthetic fell silence for a moment as she assessed her options. Finally, begrudgingly, she continued with, "I know there are places I would prefer to be, other than here. I wouldn't argue that. I just... Don't know what you want from me." She brought up a hand as though expecting him to interject. "To work for you, yes. That much I understand. What I want to know is what you plan for me to do?" A list of occupations came to mind, various tasks that fit the qualifications he had previously covered with his assurances. If she needn't worry about her 'bodily integrity', what could a wealthy mobster hope to find with an archaic piece of technology he couldn't otherwise satisfy with a newer model KAE?
"This is what I do." A vague thing to say, but for many years, her nights had been spent keeping strangers company while she shuttled drinks back and forth through a fog of conversation. Her installed programming was adaptive, but without proper training, she fell into the same lull humans did; doing what she knew how to do, rather than what she might have preferred doing. As the conversation continued, Kae found it increasingly difficult to meet Ventus' gaze, even if he continued watching her where she sat. "How do I know you're not lying to me?" Beneath that slick and demanding demeanor of her counterpart, was there some unforeseen presence of benevolence? If so, why?
"What do you want me to do, Mr. Astartes?" Kae picked up the wrapper from the now dissolved mint and balled the cellophane between her thumb and forefinger. "Under your employment, that is. Is there a position opening in a business you own, or are you simply looking for another follower for your entourage?" Mention of this was done to acknowledge she hadn't forgotten Ventus wasn't alone here, even if Feston wasn't in their immediate vicinity.
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