[It's a tone she knows, even if she herself hadn't used to bother with things like tones. She'd barely bothered with inflections or putting much emotion into her voice at all, because in those days... Well, the work she'd been doing hadn't required it. "Havoc" was hired for her sheer destructive capabilities, she got in and she got out, and that was the end of it. When she'd gone on missions, most anyone she'd needed to speak to, or who'd spoken to her, had ended up dead.
But this time... She hasn't decided yet whether it's better to be "Havoc", "Carmine"... or maybe even someone else. Until she does-]
Hmmm...
[She gives a noncommittal sound at first, watching his face as he works. Though she'd practically been a different woman as a Regressor, she still remembered everything she had done, clogged with nonsensical emotional markers or not, and his eyes... the talk of souls...]
... You must have been one hell of a butler.
[So she doesn't doesn't ask so directly as that. Not yet. Instead, she admires his work again. It's good, it will do perfectly well for now until she can see a more proper doctor.]
I heard there were people who would take care of us, here... Will that be strange for you... ?
i couldn't resist
But this time... She hasn't decided yet whether it's better to be "Havoc", "Carmine"... or maybe even someone else. Until she does-]
Hmmm...
[She gives a noncommittal sound at first, watching his face as he works. Though she'd practically been a different woman as a Regressor, she still remembered everything she had done, clogged with nonsensical emotional markers or not, and his eyes... the talk of souls...]
... You must have been one hell of a butler.
[So she doesn't doesn't ask so directly as that. Not yet. Instead, she admires his work again. It's good, it will do perfectly well for now until she can see a more proper doctor.]
I heard there were people who would take care of us, here... Will that be strange for you... ?