⯇ · [ the frown on her face only deepens at eunhyuk's enlightening sentiment and, for once, she finds herself as a loss for words. she supposes there's not really much one can say to that; it's as real as real can get, and somehow she can't say she's surprised some sicko out there is pervasive and insidious enough to try and manipulate someone while in the midst of gunning them down via spider-bot. from how well made the machine looks, she doesn't think it's too far a cry to think the creator would view these machines as their own children.

which frankly just makes her want to get the thing out of here even faster. ]

Strip them? Sell them for parts?

[ she watches eunhyuk's prodding produce no semblance of a reaction from the machine, allowing her to feel just a touch more relaxed. ]

It's fine. I know a guy who knows a guy who should be able to figure out where this thing came from.

[ but on to more important things—

she rounds on him fully, now that the threat has been taken care of. in her veins there still pumps some of that adrenaline and fear, clipping her tone. ]

How are you? Are you okay?