"I'm not supposed to be easy to find," he tells her airily, smugly, but he's obviously not winning out here. She's not going to leave him alone unless he answers her stupid questions, and maybe if he plays along this'll be over a little faster. He needs to finish casing this joint after all.
His internal mechanics give an agitated little rattle, and he huffs air out through his vents. "Fine. I'll bite. Ask your questions, fleshling -- but I make no guarantee about what kind of answers you'll get."
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His internal mechanics give an agitated little rattle, and he huffs air out through his vents. "Fine. I'll bite. Ask your questions, fleshling -- but I make no guarantee about what kind of answers you'll get."