Just Business [Closed]

Neph was... not used to physical affection. The warmth of Kari's hand on their domed head was pleasantly distracting. And Xotll! What a delightful organic! Neph just sort of let her chatter on concernedly. Wait what, "Xotll. I really do enjoy... Rueful: And she's gone. I would have prefered some exotic isotopes"

"Frustrated: This is going to give me some kind of complex. Meatsacks being more durable or competent or downright spooky than me. Acid drinking weirdos. That said, I can infiltrate damn near any facility you care to mention. No one ever suspects the android," Neph nudges Kari with an elbow, "Conspiratorial: In the same way that everyone probably thinks the symmetrical waif in the dress is harmless too."

Neph absently rubs the shoulder that Kari was hanging onto before getting spooked, "Patience: Kari. I'm not asking to touch your brain, or do anything so crude as probe you," They lay their palm on the bar top, "Earnest: just to hold your hand. I understand that physical contact is a bonding exercise among meatsa... organics and I find the warmth to be pleasant. Wry: Besides. If I do anything unpleasant you have my permission to throw that Krotazi murder beverage on me"