[Isn't there supposed to be room in one life for only one "worst week ever"? Trish thought for sure that would be when her mother passed away, only for it to be trumped by her abduction by the mafia, and now it's followed by...whatever all this is.
She pushes the food around on her plate half-heartedly, glancing up to watch Cal eat with an enthusiasm she would think entirely impossible, when suddenly she's slightly blinded by a blue light, shielding her eyes on reflex.
When the light vanishes, her spotty vision reveals...holy shit. Trish drops her fork, blinking at what is undeniably a robot.
She doesn't know what to do with this, so she nervously pushes her plate towards the robot while also leaning back, since it seems more interested in the food than she is.]
Um...you can have it.
[Robots don't eat (probably) but like hell she'll stop a genuine robot from doing what it wants.
She's seen Stands and hatched from an egg and now there's robots, maybe she should lie down.........]
everyone loves mess hall
She pushes the food around on her plate half-heartedly, glancing up to watch Cal eat with an enthusiasm she would think entirely impossible, when suddenly she's slightly blinded by a blue light, shielding her eyes on reflex.
When the light vanishes, her spotty vision reveals...holy shit. Trish drops her fork, blinking at what is undeniably a robot.
She doesn't know what to do with this, so she nervously pushes her plate towards the robot while also leaning back, since it seems more interested in the food than she is.]
Um...you can have it.
[Robots don't eat (probably) but like hell she'll stop a genuine robot from doing what it wants.
She's seen Stands and hatched from an egg and now there's robots, maybe she should lie down.........]