[She shakes her head, less to disagree with his assessment than in distaste and general unease. She even shivers a bit, though it's hard to say whether it's due to that uneasy feeling, or just because she's still rather cold thanks to the earlier blood loss.
Peko follows the path of the tossed Cerevice, again spotting the lightbulb. What the heck, bocchan...]
Could it be... [And she's speaking a little slowly here, as if trying to put some pieces together.] Perhaps it was accessing something else...? Maybe what we saw, on the tours...?
[But that doesn't make sense, since that would almost imply that the robot is separate from Mosley and the rest? And Peko's more inclined to disbelieve that.]
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[She shakes her head, less to disagree with his assessment than in distaste and general unease. She even shivers a bit, though it's hard to say whether it's due to that uneasy feeling, or just because she's still rather cold thanks to the earlier blood loss.
Peko follows the path of the tossed Cerevice, again spotting the lightbulb. What the heck, bocchan...]
Could it be... [And she's speaking a little slowly here, as if trying to put some pieces together.] Perhaps it was accessing something else...? Maybe what we saw, on the tours...?
[But that doesn't make sense, since that would almost imply that the robot is separate from Mosley and the rest? And Peko's more inclined to disbelieve that.]