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[abstractmachine]

[An adorable girl carrying a really large gun case is staring down a """helpful""" robot right now.

In a word, unimpressed.

In several words she definitely seems to be sizing it up and finding it more than a little lacking.]

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[allevilthings]

[with a slow-blooming smile, eyes closing as she slinks her head away, to the side.] That's better ...

... A little conviction never hurt anyone.

[abstractmachine]

I don't lack conviction.

[allevilthings]

[turning away, cloak fanning out - though perhaps that's the wrong word for it, as the motion makes its base spread along the ground like a spreading pool, before it returns to mere folds at her feet. one dark-gloved hand escapes the weight of it, a languid gesture, fingers moving like clock-worked tick-tock machinery, unfolding out and folding in, a blooming flower carved from a white ash tree.] The best of us never do, wouldn't you say.

[abstractmachine]

[ something about this interaction has her on high alert. Louie looks down her nose -- as much as she can anyway -- at the other ]

I can't speak for anyone else. And there's no need to. Speaking for myself is enough.

[allevilthings]

[unperturbed by this condescension; if there's any indication on her part she's aware of or intending to provoke any uneasiness, it doesn't show anywhere visible. her head dips, slightly: an acknowledgement.] Is it confidence or insecurity that stays your tongue?