"Your tone, and choice of words indicate that you are displeased with the turn of events. I do not find this as troubling as you do. Your responsibility however, I cannot determine."
The black casing contained several portable devices, which are probably used as data storage. The device itself seems to be a small computer too, having small built in speakers. The creature reaches for one of the portable databanks. It had a small handwritten label on it.: "To Faceless"
"Taking up space. That could pose a problem, indeed." The machine reaches back to her own back. Swiping away, what is considered to be hair, right at her neck. Hiding a small port, to which she connects the portable device. Standing completely still for a brief moment. "...I have a solution. There is another vessel readied for me, which I could use, thus which would require that pod."
The machine was quietly monitoring her every move. Having an internal conflict, with the entire situation happening around her. One thing was sure. It was created with extreme precision in mind. In an aspect, it even seemed to be a fragile construction.
Capturing the word "Thallia", the figure turns her head, with a slight tilt to the left. "Who would be that?"
"The protocols in case of an emergency evacuation indicates a passive behaviour until someone approaches my pod. As well as a twelve hour time frame, in which I am in standby, after a forceful disconnection from my energy source." It did seem to follow the said protocol precisely.
"I can operate on my own accord, without much need of assistance. The question is, what you are obligated to do, in a case such as my appearance on the station?"
"Of course you don't feel this as troubling as I might. Whatever you deal with sounds like a pain to deal with. I usually do my work and go home. It's easy and peaceful. The machines I work with do what I say, because they've been built to complete specific tasks. Pieces which don't follow that logic.. irritates me. slightly."
She'd watch warily. "Great. Can you take care of that yourself? Or do you need supervision or.. something." Clearly unsure what to say in response. If there was another vessel, that's great. Perhaps this was going to be easier than she initially thought.
She spreads her stance to get a little more comfortable, lowering her head slightly. Noticing the interest in the name Thallia. "A coworker of mine. Someone who deals with.. 'your' sort of thing. Regretfully it seems she couldn't make it."
Rolling her right shoulder tiredly. "As far as what i'm supposed to do? I suppose personally i'd like to move on and work with something a little more my style, however in this situation, my own personal judgement doesn't really take priority. You're something new. As irritating as that is, I'm obliged to figure out what you are. I'll have to head back to the Feanturi later on today and write up some paperwork."
"You're not going to like the wording of this, but I'm going to need to register you as an asset of Ingenuus. Otherwise there's nothing that we can do if other people try to either break you into pieces for parts, or.. whatever the hell scavengers have thought up these days. It'll most likely be temporary. Just until i've finished up with my job regarding you."
"It is understandable. Even if that makes cooperation with you rather troubling in the future. I do have a bit more functions than your average dishwasher." What probably sounded humorous, was just a plain observation by the machine. Slowly turning her own head towards Rachel. If she had eyes, they would be making eye-contact now.
"Supervision? That would make me the worst autonomus machine. A docking access for the vessel would be more than sufficient. I'd rather not try to alter some data, to make that happen." Slowly walking over to the side of the pod. Placing her hand on the side, opening a smaller hatch. Finding the access port she was looking for, connecting to it, by her hand. "I have no need for the display itself, but as you don't seem to trust anything with an autotelic thinking, it might help." Yet again, the tone itself being quite off from the rest of the sentences. Not monotone, but the emphasis was placed on the latterr part of the sentence. The display in front of them soon switching to an on board computer of a vessel. It probably didn't help much, as the commands were entered at a speed that's beyond human comprehension. Soon, a camera feed showing a vessel, leaving Coronado, Barrier gate.
"Working overtime. That explains the slight negativity towards me. At least that's what I have deduced. I could be wrong, possibly. Emotions are a bit beyond my capacities." The figure moving towards the side of the pod. Making a small jump, and sitting down on it's side. Keeping her balance, surprisingly.
"I see. What is a preferable route for you to, make that happen? Consultations? Meetings? Do I have to create data logs? Or right now, trying to tell you whatever limited information I have about myself?" Pronouncing the last word as it was something foreign to her.
As she talks about making her an asset, she slowly slides off the pod. Her feet clinging against the metal floor as she lands. Taking a few steps closer to Rachel, almost dangerously so. "I can see the logic behind that. Even if your people have nothing to do with my creation." One hand reaching up, and adjusting her artifical hair. "Scavengers, I haven't thought about. A portion of my time will be transfered to the development of some self defense programming. Possibly." Slowly moving a hand towards Rachel. As if .... she would propose a handshake. "I accept the so far listed terms."
To many people, perhaps the creatures words may have indeed sounded like humor. In Rachel's case however, it only served as a painful reminder of what she was dealing with. Either way, she forces herself to relax. "It's supervision out of necessity, not necessarily because it's something that I think you need. As for docking access, i'll see about giving it to you. Just make whatever ship you're going out to get a small one. We don't have that much space."
The scientist would stay in place. Not wanting to move closer. Glaring at the screen like it might burst into flames here and now. Staying silent until the image of the vessel pulling away seemed to mark the end of her interaction with the pod.
"I wouldn't say that i've been working overtime. Though there are a few.. specific reasons why I might be a little extra ticked off today. I do need to go home sometime, though it looks like i'm going to have to put that off for a few hours now." Scratching the back of her head with a quiet sigh. "I don't really care to be told everything about you here and now. I'm afraid that i'll be picking that up over time. For the time being however, i'm merely going to need to ask you to come up to the Feanturi periodically. A way of contact. Data logs wouldn't be very unwelcome either."
Eying the creature as she begins to step towards the scientist. Rachel didn't seem very put off by it. Much like the rest of her family, she suffered from overconfidence in herself. "We don't indeed. However it's either us, or someone else that might be less friendly. You're more than welcome to take your pick." At the mention of developing self-defense, the scientist winces. Her expression changing slightly. Quickly taking a few additional steps forward, closing the distance between them. Glaring at the.. lack of face. "If you work on self-defense, do not let me hear that you're developing or installing weapons. I will lose any sort of sympathy that I might have right now. Anything else. Deflection. Cloaking. Engine upgrades. I don't care. Weapons however, irritate me beyond belief."
Feeling a little tense after hearing that.
Sighing, she'd slowly reach her hand out to take the creatures in her own. "Fine.. "
The creature listens patiently, as she tells her about the supervision. Standing completely still, like an inanimate doll. As if it was craved out of marble. "For the next few hours, I have no tasks to do, but to wait for the vessel to arrive. Which is a fighter class ship. That doesn't require too much space. Do I have to be supervised, while doing nothing?"
"I have deduced that this Fenaturi you are talking about is a vessel. The location, or a tracker could be more than appreciated. Checking as such shouldn't pose much of a problem. It might even help me meet other people, which is more than desired." Whenever the creature pronounced an adjective, it had an odd feeling to it. As if a few calculations were processed in that time, whether the right term was used, to describe the exact emotion.
"Development of weapons are strictly prohibited in my code. All of the vessels I have are armed. A neccesity, thought by Nathan. For personal defense, I have already aquired an option. In case of a forceful individual, I might have the resources to regulate an electric current to a desired point of my body. That should be more than enough, to discourage any attackers." The figure tilts her head at Rachel's slightly tenser tone. "Still, a function as such is locked, until my outer layers have suffered any harm."
The figure steps closer for the handshake. It was made out of a rather soft material, to replicate skin. The heat however was missing. Just a cold handshake, with just optimal firmness.