[If Atem was a Tdoll she would totally be messing with his hair. Though is he really human if that glorious starfish hair isn't gelled? She'll assume he's human for now (or at least her programming tells her to listen).]

Who needs manners in a place like this? I don't think that's part of the criteria for being dragged in. [But G11 relents and puts down her hands...only to take a seat at the table with her gun slung over the back of the chair. She hunches over immediately, her arms laying limply along the edges and her cheek smooshed against the surface while she turns her head in his direction. There's a brief internal debate on whether she should go into sleep mode, but the weird objects he's playing with are interesting. Plus she's been bored.]

Whatcha doing?