It's natural to doubt. [She had to learn that herself; she Also is no good at emotions, though hers is more due to the fact that she's an automaton and not just an organic creature who struggles to comprehend things.] You're right to do so, if you were framed. I won't ask for your story, but you're safe here. We have technology set up to interfere with satellite signals and other means of detection, in addition to being underground. Anyone who is here now only knows about us through word-of-mouth.
[Here, she gives Vash one more chance to speak, before pushing the doors to the workshop open. They're large, heavy iron things that she pushes aside without any effort, despite a graceful and dainty appearance and the fact she's also holding Vash's dying prosthetic at the same time.
Inside is... well, it's a workshop. There are spare parts littered everywhere, all over the floors and in piles and on shelves. There are conveyor belts lying dormant with further parts all over them, and tools on desks and paperwork stacked high. Huge, industrial-sized bundles of wires are looped up and stacked off to one side. By all accounts, this is just a mini-factory, and what they're making in here is a mystery.
In the middle of a clearer space of the floor are two people Vash might recognize from photographs in Ain's room — a blonde rabbit-woman leaning against a pile of scrap polishing a sniper rifle, and a smaller blonde dog-boy sitting on top of what looks to be heavy artillery. They're mid-conversation when Vash and Eve walk in, but they both stop to wave hello, faltering slightly at the new face. It'll be about... two minutes until either of them try to strike up conversation. Where Eve and Vash are headed is not to the centre of the room, but rather, they walk along the righthand side of the room, hugging the wall, until they can get to a cleaner area of the workshop where it's kind of obvious Eve does any work she needs to be doing.
She has Vash sit down at the desk here, "don't mind the mess if you can", and just as she's setting his arm down—]
Hey, Queen. Electrical is out entirely in Grid A, and I can't get the fucking— Who's this human?
[Vash will probably also recognize this person as one of the cats in those group photos, though he has a rather standoffish demeanor and is also currently covered in smudges of oil and soot.
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[Here, she gives Vash one more chance to speak, before pushing the doors to the workshop open. They're large, heavy iron things that she pushes aside without any effort, despite a graceful and dainty appearance and the fact she's also holding Vash's dying prosthetic at the same time.
Inside is... well, it's a workshop. There are spare parts littered everywhere, all over the floors and in piles and on shelves. There are conveyor belts lying dormant with further parts all over them, and tools on desks and paperwork stacked high. Huge, industrial-sized bundles of wires are looped up and stacked off to one side. By all accounts, this is just a mini-factory, and what they're making in here is a mystery.
In the middle of a clearer space of the floor are two people Vash might recognize from photographs in Ain's room — a blonde rabbit-woman leaning against a pile of scrap polishing a sniper rifle, and a smaller blonde dog-boy sitting on top of what looks to be heavy artillery. They're mid-conversation when Vash and Eve walk in, but they both stop to wave hello, faltering slightly at the new face. It'll be about... two minutes until either of them try to strike up conversation. Where Eve and Vash are headed is not to the centre of the room, but rather, they walk along the righthand side of the room, hugging the wall, until they can get to a cleaner area of the workshop where it's kind of obvious Eve does any work she needs to be doing.
She has Vash sit down at the desk here, "don't mind the mess if you can", and just as she's setting his arm down—]
Hey, Queen. Electrical is out entirely in Grid A, and I can't get the fucking— Who's this human?
[Vash will probably also recognize this person as one of the cats in those group photos, though he has a rather standoffish demeanor and is also currently covered in smudges of oil and soot.
Also sorry to call you a human again buddy—]