[A2 manages, with great effort, to sit up, stubborn despite everything. She almost stalls midway, the motion unnatural and jerky. She can't see...much, but she at least gauges that the strange teleporting human is near her still, which is inexplicable to her.
Her shoulders slump, relax. Her head dips, eyes going blank and unseeing. Pod bobs nearby, speaking up.]
Repair in process. 15%...39%....60%...
[And so on, until A2's eyes lose their eerie blankness. Her hand moves to her forehead, and the motion is far more natural and humanlike this time.]
Ugh.
[Finally, to the human:] You don't have to do anything. [And warily, she adds:] Don't touch me again.
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Her shoulders slump, relax. Her head dips, eyes going blank and unseeing. Pod bobs nearby, speaking up.]
Repair in process. 15%...39%....60%...
[And so on, until A2's eyes lose their eerie blankness. Her hand moves to her forehead, and the motion is far more natural and humanlike this time.]
Ugh.
[Finally, to the human:] You don't have to do anything. [And warily, she adds:] Don't touch me again.
[Ungrateful.]