[She pouts exaggeratedly at him, dashing her fish-smuggling dreams. Where's your sense of adventure, Adolf!? It could be how his aquarium gets its start...
The question surprises her a little though-- and she even looks a little impressed, and pleased, that he remembered she could do that.] Can, yes. Will? Maybe.
[Her smile is cheeky and quick, but she takes a moment to look around. The aquarium must be having a slow day (or maybe the robots and inhabitants have already been so many times, trapped in the colony as they were, that the aquarium had lost some of its luster to them?) because there's really not that many people around. Or maybe they're just further in.
Either way the coast is clear, so Oona leans in and hums. It's definitely not a human-like hum, but it's melodious all the same. It gets the attention of the fish, however, sending a couple over towards Oona. Her finger taps lightly on the glass to focus them and she leans back, not breaking the hum as she watches.
After a moment the tune finally breaks (it's definitely not human how long she can hold it without needing to breathe) and she glances to him. Her finger continues to tap a steady, slow beat to keep the fish there.] Do you have a question? They do not have much to say. They were bred in this place and have known nothing else. They are happy, but I suspect it is because they do not know anything else.
[One of the fish moves, swimming in a circle and Oona tilts her head as if to listen and smiles, amused.] He says most humans are ugly and that most of the fish do not like children, because they beat and tap the glass with too much force and speak too loudly.
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The question surprises her a little though-- and she even looks a little impressed, and pleased, that he remembered she could do that.] Can, yes. Will? Maybe.
[Her smile is cheeky and quick, but she takes a moment to look around. The aquarium must be having a slow day (or maybe the robots and inhabitants have already been so many times, trapped in the colony as they were, that the aquarium had lost some of its luster to them?) because there's really not that many people around. Or maybe they're just further in.
Either way the coast is clear, so Oona leans in and hums. It's definitely not a human-like hum, but it's melodious all the same. It gets the attention of the fish, however, sending a couple over towards Oona. Her finger taps lightly on the glass to focus them and she leans back, not breaking the hum as she watches.
After a moment the tune finally breaks (it's definitely not human how long she can hold it without needing to breathe) and she glances to him. Her finger continues to tap a steady, slow beat to keep the fish there.] Do you have a question? They do not have much to say. They were bred in this place and have known nothing else. They are happy, but I suspect it is because they do not know anything else.
[One of the fish moves, swimming in a circle and Oona tilts her head as if to listen and smiles, amused.] He says most humans are ugly and that most of the fish do not like children, because they beat and tap the glass with too much force and speak too loudly.