[She was hoping, almost, that he wouldn't confirm what she knew to be true. As always, there is the kneejerk impulse to slaughter a machine on sight. She quells this with effort, her processors adjusting and slowing down after the initial adrenaline rush (the one that always happened at the thought of combat, that feeling she hated so much), the data in her mind lighting up on Pascal and the machine villagers as if to remind her of the danger in doing this. Attacking a potential ally, machine or otherwise, would be...
Well, bad. So she hones in on the second part of his confirmation instead, tries to do this instead of focusing on escape routes, on the fact that she is sitting across from a machine and is vulnerable as a result.]
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Well, bad. So she hones in on the second part of his confirmation instead, tries to do this instead of focusing on escape routes, on the fact that she is sitting across from a machine and is vulnerable as a result.]
"Hybrid?"