[Day 0 - Early Evening] Mayor's Gala Event (Barre Civic Centre)

[Debra Slee]

Nadia's brow furrows at the mention of the word psychic, but as she almost immediately explains the idea of what she's getting at the brow settles. Nodding, "You can get close to it, with the net," she says, there's a simple confidence to the words which might even give her words a slight aura to them which might inspire fear. Fear which would mostly prey on those who are concerned with just how connected everyone is to the net.

After all, "It's not my primary purpose, but it can be easy when you know what you're looking for. It's harder to protect things.. but I do the best I can. That is my primary purpose. Have to be careful to make sure there's no breaches. I'm very careful," she admits, the slight curl of her lip betraying some sense of confidence and pride won in being able to claim that.

"Oh, of course," Debra said almost dismissively, "I'll leave it to people like you. I'd say I'm probably far more push and click when it comes to what I can do. That's pretty easy with a gun, I'd admit. Of course, pretty handy for me if you can put everything on a chip or a program and I just have to push on for everything to do the work."

"I barely update my FriendNet account, myself, probably for the better in my line of work, heh," she snickered. "Of course, you're careful. I doubt Elizabeth would keep you around if you weren't. The last guy didn't seem he could cut it..."

She narrowed one eye on Nadia, turning a bit serious and noisy. "However, you are an odd one, I'll say that."

[Lenore Gauvreau]

Daphne 3A5K5Q

At the mention of smiling and nodding, Daphne did indeed smile and nod, in that order. "It is merely my wish that you have a pleasant evening as an honoured guest of the Barre Civic Centre. I have found that many of the guests here seem to found these cigars very pleasant and more fulfilling than electronic cigarettes, holographic simulated smoking, and conventional mediocre-brand cigarettes." Her eyes seemed to narrow down on the cigarette that Lenore was trying to smoke earlier.

"Very well. I was just making sure you knew your options, miss. I cannot stop you from smoking here if that is your wish. Perhaps I could procure a better brand of cigarettes for you. Something with a better filter for better flavour and less cancerous material intake, just by a few percentages." She offered with an easy smile.

Mercifully, the bioroid did start leading Lenore toward one of the doors that would take them to a wide-stretching balcony, passing some of the open bars along the way.

"Mediocre-brand cigarettes," Lenore echoed, fiddling with her case before stuffing it away. "Those fancy eyes of yours can ascertain the value just at a glance?" Despite her prior adversarial demeanor, she now appeared genuinely impressed by the bioroid's knowledge. "I suppose I would partake in more expensive brands on a more regular basis if I had the funds for it. If you'd tell me bosses to give me a raise, that'd be great."

Will this unit be able to detect sarcasm?

Even though Jinteki paid a fair wage, the sheer amount of smoking Lenore partook in made better brands less feasible. "That or I'll take any packs that the Mayor is handing out, hm?" She cracked a grin, perhaps a bit charismatic if not for the devious glint in her eyes.

"Oh? I would've expected your programming to require me to leave this area before you'd hand over the cigar."

That or the application of some percussive persuasion.

Her fingers twitched at the thought of beating up this bioroid. Perhaps its frame would offer more resistance than a clone's flesh. Still, she had no reason to cause any property damage, so her better nature suppressed such feral urges as she followed along to the balcony. "Is your only directive tonight to provide cigars or is there something else?"

An android's programming can always go haywire. Make sure it doesn't have any hidden weaponry.

[Nadia Avaline]

"Oh, of course," Debra said almost dismissively, "I'll leave it to people like you. I'd say I'm probably far more push and click when it comes to what I can do. That's pretty easy with a gun, I'd admit. Of course, pretty handy for me if you can put everything on a chip or a program and I just have to push on for everything to do the work."

"I barely update my FriendNet account, myself, probably for the better in my line of work, heh," she snickered. "Of course, you're careful. I doubt Elizabeth would keep you around if you weren't. The last guy didn't seem he could cut it..."

She narrowed one eye on Nadia, turning a bit serious and noisy. "However, you are an odd one, I'll say that."

Again there's that slight furrow as Debra says 'cut it', but as Debra's eyes narrow on her she refocuses. Eyes widening at the assertion given, a slight twitch of her jaw but not from anger as one might otherwise assume or expect it seemed different.

"Am I odd?" she asks with that slight detachment in her tone around the word 'I' which was rather uncommon, a lack of feeling behind it.

[Boogiepop]

"Mediocre-brand cigarettes," Lenore echoed, fiddling with her case before stuffing it away. "Those fancy eyes of yours can ascertain the value just at a glance?" Despite her prior adversarial demeanor, she now appeared genuinely impressed by the bioroid's knowledge. "I suppose I would partake in more expensive brands on a more regular basis if I had the funds for it. If you'd tell me bosses to give me a raise, that'd be great."

Will this unit be able to detect sarcasm?

Even though Jinteki paid a fair wage, the sheer amount of smoking Lenore partook in made better brands less feasible. "That or I'll take any packs that the Mayor is handing out, hm?" She cracked a grin, perhaps a bit charismatic if not for the devious glint in her eyes.

"Oh? I would've expected your programming to require me to leave this area before you'd hand over the cigar."

That or the application of some percussive persuasion.

Her fingers twitched at the thought of beating up this bioroid. Perhaps its frame would offer more resistance than a clone's flesh. Still, she had no reason to cause any property damage, so her better nature suppressed such feral urges as she followed along to the balcony. "Is your only directive tonight to provide cigars or is there something else?"

An android's programming can always go haywire. Make sure it doesn't have any hidden weaponry.

Daphne 3A5K5Q

"My apologies, miss," she was quick to respond with an apology. "I suppose I have some idea of the make of the cigarette, though the manufactured markings and even the structure of the tobacco. Of course, I can't always know for sure and you would know best as the smoker of your own cigarettes."

The bioroid knew that it wasn't going to overrule Lenore. She was here to serve and not be an encyclopedia or win debates.

"I'm afraid that might be difficult to do unless your boss is in attendance as well. I'd be more than happy to play accessory to your business pitch for a promotion if you wish." She offered easily enough as if it was a thing.

She would stop short of taking Lenore outside of the convention to the balcony. "You're more than allowed to smoke indoors, if you wish. I cannot stop you, especially after informing you of the smoking code of the city. Of course, that doesn't seem to stop many of the guests from parting." With that, she did gesture to a few guests who were smoking at some of the couches and lounge chairs, despite the non-smoking signs lingering about. It seemed that being associated with the city or being important enough allowed you to bend some rules.

"Of course not, it is merely my assigned duty tonight, miss. I can also get you a drink or food if you wish. I am Daphne 3A5K5Q, here to ensure your best stay at the Barre Civic Centre. Thank you for allowing us to host your event." That last line did sound a bit recorded, especially so for a service bioroid.

[Debra Slee]

Again there's that slight furrow as Debra says 'cut it', but as Debra's eyes narrow on her she refocuses. Eyes widening at the assertion given, a slight twitch of her jaw but not from anger as one might otherwise assume or expect it seemed different.

"Am I odd?" she asks with that slight detachment in her tone around the word 'I' which was rather uncommon, a lack of feeling behind it.

Debra would seem to lean away after her initial scrutiny. It wasn't her intention to get in the face of an aide, especially one of Elizabeth Mill's. She let out a sigh with an unsure shrug. "Well, just a little. I don't exactly hang this long with you corporate types. You definitely talk in a way that seems to make it seem like you're worshiping the ground she walks on. Not that I blame you, the promotion must be pretty nice if you're pushing for that. As far as I know, the ground is only there because Elizabeth allows it, in more ways than one. So, did they pluck you out of some university on the Network or ship you down from the states?"

[Nadia Avaline]

Debra would seem to lean away after her initial scrutiny. It wasn't her intention to get in the face of an aide, especially one of Elizabeth Mill's. She let out a sigh with an unsure shrug. "Well, just a little. I don't exactly hang this long with you corporate types. You definitely talk in a way that seems to make it seem like you're worshiping the ground she walks on. Not that I blame you, the promotion must be pretty nice if you're pushing for that. As far as I know, the ground is only there because Elizabeth allows it, in more ways than one. So, did they pluck you out of some university on the Network or ship you down from the states?"

Nadia listens a long, and as she does her eyes narrow while her brow furrows. Eyes widening slightly again as the realization washes over. Arms coming to rest crossed in front of herself. A brief glance away, she considers how exactly to phrase it. Focusing back on Debra, "I do not understand much of what you have said. Correction, I understand the words but not the function," she offers, as if to helpfully clarify.

"I am an Avaline series. Made for my purpose. Ms. Mills owns my contract. I don't know about whoever had my position prior but I am certain there is none other better than I who could perform in it," she says, offering something of a trained smile which is both brief and functional.

[Lenore Gauvreau]

Daphne 3A5K5Q

"My apologies, miss," she was quick to respond with an apology. "I suppose I have some idea of the make of the cigarette, though the manufactured markings and even the structure of the tobacco. Of course, I can't always know for sure and you would know best as the smoker of your own cigarettes."

The bioroid knew that it wasn't going to overrule Lenore. She was here to serve and not be an encyclopedia or win debates.

"I'm afraid that might be difficult to do unless your boss is in attendance as well. I'd be more than happy to play accessory to your business pitch for a promotion if you wish." She offered easily enough as if it was a thing.

She would stop short of taking Lenore outside of the convention to the balcony. "You're more than allowed to smoke indoors, if you wish. I cannot stop you, especially after informing you of the smoking code of the city. Of course, that doesn't seem to stop many of the guests from parting." With that, she did gesture to a few guests who were smoking at some of the couches and lounge chairs, despite the non-smoking signs lingering about. It seemed that being associated with the city or being important enough allowed you to bend some rules.

"Of course not, it is merely my assigned duty tonight, miss. I can also get you a drink or food if you wish. I am Daphne 3A5K5Q, here to ensure your best stay at the Barre Civic Centre. Thank you for allowing us to host your event." That last line did sound a bit recorded, especially so for a service bioroid.

"Oh, no, no, I know perfectly well that my cigarettes are of inferior quality. I don't expect you to understand the nuances of that without ever experiencing it yourself." That or they'd programmed this bioroid to have that memory, though that seemed particularly cruel. "Anyways, I don't need you to tell me how I'm slowly destroying my lungs with my cigarettes. Perfectly aware of that."

Oh there's much more going on with us.

Lenore continued to be compliant with the city code. Even if this was a machine, she felt a little obligated to treat it well in exchange for a cigar. "I'll have it here on the balcony," she said, leaning forward afterwards. She hoped that this Daphne model would have the knowledge to place it in her lips and light it for her.

[Lina (NAG Mk3-19)]

Another bioroid stood with their arms crossed stationed near the exit to the balcony, silvery glowing eyes shifting from one part of the main hall to another, looking at a group of guests chatting here, a group leaving towards the balcony there, then, the glow dimming a bit as the synthetic eyes narrow, at one group smoking indoors on and around a group of couches. A New Angeles Government uniform covering her not-quite-human body clearly indicated her affiliation and her reason to be here - or some of it, at least; a closer look would show the bioroid didn't seem entirely certain of how to best carry out their intended activities in this particular event.

A faint 'beep', or maybe more of a 'buzz', is emitted as their eyes focus in on the group smoking indoors, but it's quickly drowned in the chatter and the background sounds of glasses, plates and cutlery clinking.

The almost natural movements of the bioroid's head and eyes showed that they seemed to be scanning the lounge, the guests, or maybe the conversations. The silver glow emitted from their eyes kept alternately brightening and dimming, their look now and then seeming somewhat lost, as if they were thinking about something - or, more likely, computing something, as a slight whirring noise would betray.

Lenore continued to be compliant with the city code. Even if this was a machine, she felt a little obligated to treat it well in exchange for a cigar. "I'll have it here on the balcony," she said, leaning forward afterwards. She hoped that this Daphne model would have the knowledge to place it in her lips and light it for her.

The bioroid's head turns to look as one of the guests seems to be completing a conversation with one of the service models around, reasonably successfully at that, and leaves towards the balcony before having a cigar (hopefully) lightened for them. Their unnatural, but oddly pleasant face seems to smile at the sight, with something resembling what might be interpreted as relief in human face accompanying something like a deep, low, somewhat mechanical whistle that would probably pass as a 'sigh' of some sort for an organic.

What 'was' it that they should be doing today?, the message repeated in the conscience of the synthetic being. Ensure safety and proper proceedings... probably, the answer soon came, showing up like a thought bubble in their vision display. But there other personnel and equipment there specifically responsible for security. And... how could they certify proper proceedings and monitor conversations and dealings in such a large sample? It was beyond their intended performance specifications...

Prioritise. The word showed in their internal display as it crossed her conscience. Bootstrap previous sample sets and quick scans to calculate likelihoods of problems. Use an unsupervised learning protocol to classify possible issues and internalise it in their conscience proceedings.

Conscience. The word had shown up in their display three times in that short interval. It kept coming back, and for some reason it seemed to cause some sort of short-circuit in their pseudo-neural systems.

The unit seemed to shake its head softly before scanning the area again.

Sample. Bootstrap. Categorise.

It should be simple...

[Debra Slee]

Nadia listens a long, and as she does her eyes narrow while her brow furrows. Eyes widening slightly again as the realization washes over. Arms coming to rest crossed in front of herself. A brief glance away, she considers how exactly to phrase it. Focusing back on Debra, "I do not understand much of what you have said. Correction, I understand the words but not the function," she offers, as if to helpfully clarify.

"I am an Avaline series. Made for my purpose. Ms. Mills owns my contract. I don't know about whoever had my position prior but I am certain there is none other better than I who could perform in it," she says, offering something of a trained smile which is both brief and functional.

"Oh, fuck," she said bluntly in realization, taken a bit aback that she had been talking to a clone this entire time. Admittedly, most of the clones she dealt with were the Tenma deliverymen from FastEats, customer service reps at stores, or ignoring the many janitorial clones.

There was an awkward pause as she considered whether or not she should continue her conversation with a clone. Just a few moments ago she had already rolled through her comms to get tabs on all of the checkpoints for an update. So far, the wildest thing was some nosy so-called 'reporter' was trying to get in through the utility access or some guest who supposedly lost their invitation in spam. Her options weren't plentiful and it was still better than talking to a suit. "Yeah, figured that she would eventually switch to some android to take care of her business. Nothing better than a walking and talking PAD, huh? I don't think I've seen many clones as wired like you."

[Boogiepop]

"Oh, no, no, I know perfectly well that my cigarettes are of inferior quality. I don't expect you to understand the nuances of that without ever experiencing it yourself." That or they'd programmed this bioroid to have that memory, though that seemed particularly cruel. "Anyways, I don't need you to tell me how I'm slowly destroying my lungs with my cigarettes. Perfectly aware of that."

Oh there's much more going on with us.

Lenore continued to be compliant with the city code. Even if this was a machine, she felt a little obligated to treat it well in exchange for a cigar. "I'll have it here on the balcony," she said, leaning forward afterwards. She hoped that this Daphne model would have the knowledge to place it in her lips and light it for her.

Daphne 3A5K5Q

"Of course, I would have little idea in regards to smoking," she would say with a friendly smile. "We merely do not carry that brand in stock here and we have been sure to cater to all of our visitor's tastes to the best of our abilities. Taking from a list of preferred favorites and popular brands. I regret to inform you that y
our brand did not make the cut. However, Maybe there was a mistake in the popular survey? I am more than willing to take complaints and I can pass on the feedback to the right people so that we can serve you best."

"Very well," she said with an agreeable nod before leading her to the balcony door and opened it for her. Once they were outside, she would take a cigar and have it cut with a built-in outlet in the humidor. With the cues observe, she would indeed put the cigar on her lips and light it for her.

"Please enjoy, miss. Is there anything else I can assist with?" She offered her default friendly smile. There was indeed a glance given to the Lina model. Seeing as bioroids don't smoke, or need to be served, she refrained from offering a cigar and merely smiled with a nod.

[Lina (NAG Mk3-19)]

Daphne 3A5K5Q
There was indeed a glance given to the Lina model. Seeing as bioroids don't smoke, or need to be served, she refrained from offering a cigar and merely smiled with a nod.

The Angelina model in question, noting the nod while a low whirring suggested her processors were running calculation after calculation as they tried to define some sort of risk categorisation, slowly turned their face to the Daphne and nodded as well with a pleasant, but distracted smile.

Another thought (was that a thought?) crossed her conscience (was that a conscience?). Did the Daphne have similar thoughts crossing her mind (was it a mind?) from time to time? Did they ever consider their position as a 'tool' between their shifts?...

[Nadia Avaline]

"Oh, fuck," she said bluntly in realization, taken a bit aback that she had been talking to a clone this entire time. Admittedly, most of the clones she dealt with were the Tenma deliverymen from FastEats, customer service reps at stores, or ignoring the many janitorial clones.

There was an awkward pause as she considered whether or not she should continue her conversation with a clone. Just a few moments ago she had already rolled through her comms to get tabs on all of the checkpoints for an update. So far, the wildest thing was some nosy so-called 'reporter' was trying to get in through the utility access or some guest who supposedly lost their invitation in spam. Her options weren't plentiful and it was still better than talking to a suit. "Yeah, figured that she would eventually switch to some android to take care of her business. Nothing better than a walking and talking PAD, huh? I don't think I've seen many clones as wired like you."

In that awkward pause Nadia slips her hands into her jacket pockets, slowly. Given the moment to glance off toward Elizabeth out in the party, feeling that uncertainty of what she should be doing creeping in. Searching for that little safety in seeing them around like a child their mother, or perhaps a pet their owner. However, the woman spoke further and in a tone that inspired her return to focus.

"Avaline series are a luxury series," she responds with that informational tone to her. "I was as likely to be invested in by an individual as I was a corporation. Some others here might be able to afford the investment but-" she glances out only quick, but returns to Debra. A soft, awkward smile.

"Walking and talking peace of mind, they say. With access to a personal PAD or other device there's no fear of data-loss or intrusion."

[Lenore Gauvreau]

Daphne 3A5K5Q

"Of course, I would have little idea in regards to smoking," she would say with a friendly smile. "We merely do not carry that brand in stock here and we have been sure to cater to all of our visitor's tastes to the best of our abilities. Taking from a list of preferred favorites and popular brands. I regret to inform you that y
our brand did not make the cut. However, Maybe there was a mistake in the popular survey? I am more than willing to take complaints and I can pass on the feedback to the right people so that we can serve you best."

"Very well," she said with an agreeable nod before leading her to the balcony door and opened it for her. Once they were outside, she would take a cigar and have it cut with a built-in outlet in the humidor. With the cues observe, she would indeed put the cigar on her lips and light it for her.

"Please enjoy, miss. Is there anything else I can assist with?" She offered her default friendly smile. There was indeed a glance given to the Lina model. Seeing as bioroids don't smoke, or need to be served, she refrained from offering a cigar and merely smiled with a nod.

"No, no, dammit all," Lenore said, massaging her forehead. "You're not understanding me. You're right that my cigarettes suck. That's why I was hoping you had some other packs." Not that it'd last too long but it'd serve her well nonetheless. "I'd be incredibly surprised, really, if my cigarettes hit the top of any survey."

She remained still as she took the cigar. After a couple puffs, she held it there and regarded the bioroid before her with a passive glance.

Our other hand is looking a bit empty right now. A drink is in order to balance out this fine cigar.

But first, this unit is paying attention to someone else. Could it be a threat?

Lenore lowered the cigar and glanced over in the same direction.

The Angelina model in question, noting the nod while a low whirring suggested her processors were running calculation after calculation as they tried to define some sort of risk categorisation, slowly turned their face to the Daphne and nodded as well with a pleasant, but distracted smile.

Another thought (was that a thought?) crossed her conscience (was that a conscience?). Did the Daphne had similar thoughts crossing her mind (was it a mind?) from time to time? Did they ever consider their position as a 'tool' between their shifts?...

"Hey!" she said, beckoning over the other bioroid with her free hand. "What's your directive here tonight? I would've thought that this evening would be full of Daphne models and the masculine equivalent."

[Boogiepop]

The Angelina model in question, noting the nod while a low whirring suggested her processors were running calculation after calculation as they tried to define some sort of risk categorisation, slowly turned their face to the Daphne and nodded as well with a pleasant, but distracted smile.

Another thought (was that a thought?) crossed her conscience (was that a conscience?). Did the Daphne had similar thoughts crossing her mind (was it a mind?) from time to time? Did they ever consider their position as a 'tool' between their shifts?...

Daphne 3A5K5Q

At the moment, it seemed this Daphne unit wasn't so bothered with questions of conscience with her constantly well-maintained pleasant demeanour. However, she perhaps caught Angelina looking for a bit longer than a standard glance. Her processors might have gone through a list of functions before realizing that while this Angelina was a bioroid, she was a supposed guest at the gala.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" She would offer after a few calculated beats.

However, her body language looked more passive the moment that Lenore started talking to the other bioroid, taking a step back and not intruding.

[Debra Slee]

In that awkward pause Nadia slips her hands into her jacket pockets, slowly. Given the moment to glance off toward Elizabeth out in the party, feeling that uncertainty of what she should be doing creeping in. Searching for that little safety in seeing them around like a child their mother, or perhaps a pet their owner. However, the woman spoke further and in a tone that inspired her return to focus.

"Avaline series are a luxury series," she responds with that informational tone to her. "I was as likely to be invested in by an individual as I was a corporation. Some others here might be able to afford the investment but-" she glances out only quick, but returns to Debra. A soft, awkward smile.

"Walking and talking peace of mind, they say. With access to a personal PAD or other device there's no fear of data-loss or intrusion."

"Yeah?" Debra would say in realization with a faint tinge of interest. "The android catalogue is getting thicker and thicker everywhere that it's starting to become a hassle to keep track. Those people from Human First would have you believe that there be a model that'll replace your mom and neighbour soon enough. Can't say that seems impossible now that I think about it..."

"Anyway," she said to dismiss her earlier thought, not one to dwell on fear-mongering. Her job was secure at least. Combat androids weren't exactly legal in the world. "That would explain why you're the first one I've seen. You likely cost way above my paygrade. You must be a really big hit at parties."

Yes, there was a bit of sarcasm there.

[Lina (NAG Mk3-19)]

Daphne 3A5K5Q

At the moment, it seemed this Daphne unit wasn't so bothered with questions of conscience with her constantly well-maintained pleasant demeanour. However, she perhaps caught Angelina looking for a bit longer than a standard glance. Her processors might have gone through a list of functions before realizing that while this Angelina was a bioroid, she was a supposed guest at the gala.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" She would offer after a few calculated beats.

However, her body language looked more passive the moment that Lenore started talking to the other bioroid, taking a step back and not intruding.

The Lina model's iridescent oculars turned to the Daphne before the rest of her face did, her head shaking slightly. "Thank you, miss, I don't think so", answered a deep, assertive, but oddly pleasant female voice, some weird details here and there marking it as clearly synthetic despite its agreeable tone.

"Hey!" she said, beckoning over the other bioroid with her free hand. "What's your directive here tonight? I would've thought that this evening would be full of Daphne models and the masculine equivalent."

As the Daphne model stepped back and the woman with dubious smoking choices addressed them, the iridescent silver eyes turned to her, dimming and brightening for a while as its mechanical pupils adjusted and some information started popping up on the Lina's visual monitor.

Smoker. Young. Female. Employee. Low wage... probably. Natural...? Deteriorating health... or some anxiety with that, perhaps?

The bioroid greeted her with a surprisingly pleasant smile that managed to not look out of place in her synthskin face, and seeing the beckoning hand took the few steps necessary to approach. Her steps were certain, but relatively slow - it seemed agile movement might not be one of the specifications of the model.

"Good evening, miss!", the same pleasant, synthetic female voice answered, the bioroid's smile seeming rather more natural now from up-close. I'm here as a member of the Mayor's Committee. A representative of the government, more specifically. I assume... are you a commitee member as well? Or.. here as a representative of your employers, perhaps?"

The strangeness was still present in the voice, but both her mannerisms and the voice itself somehow seemed more natural now, for whatever reason.

[Nadia Avaline]

"Yeah?" Debra would say in realization with a faint tinge of interest. "The android catalogue is getting thicker and thicker everywhere that it's starting to become a hassle to keep track. Those people from Human First would have you believe that there be a model that'll replace your mom and neighbour soon enough. Can't say that seems impossible now that I think about it..."

"Anyway," she said to dismiss her earlier thought, not one to dwell on fear-mongering. Her job was secure at least. Combat androids weren't exactly legal in the world. "That would explain why you're the first one I've seen. You likely cost way above my paygrade. You must be a really big hit at parties."

Yes, there was a bit of sarcasm there.

Not maintaining that eye contact as Debra spoke, she had to return her focus. A slight awkward curl of her lips into something that could almost be called a smile she nods. Though sarcasm was present Nadia didn't seem to notice. After all, the slight distant look she had when it was originally said conveyed that lacking of understanding for what Debra had even meant in the first place.

Evidenced further of course by her latching onto what she could, "Avaline series are expensive," she confirms, accompanied by a nod.

[Debra Slee]

Not maintaining that eye contact as Debra spoke, she had to return her focus. A slight awkward curl of her lips into something that could almost be called a smile she nods. Though sarcasm was present Nadia didn't seem to notice. After all, the slight distant look she had when it was originally said conveyed that lacking of understanding for what Debra had even meant in the first place.

Evidenced further of course by her latching onto what she could, "Avaline series are expensive," she confirms, accompanied by a nod.

Debra narrowed her eyes on Nadia at her answer, perhaps wondering if she was trying to give her default sales pitch or get smart with her. Of course, perhaps thinking that an android could possibly get smart with anyone might have been rather far-fetched. She merely gave a curt nod at the answer. "Yeah, thanks. I think I already got the impression of how clear you've been making your point. I'm sure you're good at what you do and worth every credit. Anyway, I think I'm going to keep going on my route before some suit might recognize me around here. Be sure to give Elizabeth my regards and all that."

[Nadia Avaline]

Debra narrowed her eyes on Nadia at her answer, perhaps wondering if she was trying to give her default sales pitch or get smart with her. Of course, perhaps thinking that an android could possibly get smart with anyone might have been rather far-fetched. She merely gave a curt nod at the answer. "Yeah, thanks. I think I already got the impression of how clear you've been making your point. I'm sure you're good at what you do and worth every credit. Anyway, I think I'm going to keep going on my route before some suit might recognize me around here. Be sure to give Elizabeth my regards and all that."

A blink. Awkward smile. A nod.

"I'll be sure to," she says, giving a brief smile. As she did Debra would notice the slight lighting up of Nadia's left eye and how her focus shifts. Making a small digital note for herself to do that very thing. However, a pause and her focus quickly returned to Debra just as she might have walked away, "Hold on," she says, and if gaining the woman's attention again- "I don't think I ever had your name, if you would give it to me again?"

[Debra Slee]

A blink. Awkward smile. A nod.

"I'll be sure to," she says, giving a brief smile. As she did Debra would notice the slight lighting up of Nadia's left eye and how her focus shifts. Making a small digital note for herself to do that very thing. However, a pause and her focus quickly returned to Debra just as she might have walked away, "Hold on," she says, and if gaining the woman's attention again- "I don't think I ever had your name, if you would give it to me again?"

"What's that now?" Debra raised her brows at the question, perhaps only realizing that she might have misplaced her manners somewhere. Was that between casually hanging out on the sidelines/peanut gallery or finding out that she was a clone? She wasn't too sure at the moment. It was probably some instinct so that some suit didn't go around asking to talk to her manager, or finding out that she was the manager.

She perhaps barely stopped herself from offering her hand to shake. Does one shake hands with these things, exactly? "Just let her know that it was Chief Slee. The same Slee she probably asks you to dispatch."