Ellanor
Robotic entity who has a habit of speaking Latin. Appearance subject to Change.
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Ellanor a tall woman with Blonde hair walks into the bar, wearing a lab coat pulled tight around her body. She sits at the first available seat and orders some ice water.
Ellanor watches the exchange between Gunney and Aiken with interest, sipping her water absentmindedly
Ellanor sips her drink and speaks at a normal tone, barely audiable the next seat over, not to mention halfway accross the room, "Need any help with this one, Clair? I'm bored as hell and Area 51 gave up on killing me."
Ellanor gets over and walked over to Gunney, "You get a little friendly with a mortar or something, Clair? You never said hello!"
Ellanor smiles a bit, "the Bitch made of metal, that's who."
Ellanor smiles and kisses Gunney's cheek, "You know what the hell I'm doing here, I'm giving myself a fucking short circuit from drinking, and it feels fucking good!"
Ellanor tilts her head curiously, "Clair, is this man going to be on the receiving end of one of my kisses?"
Ellanor smiles, "Excellent! I haven't had a chance to do that in... gosh, since the night before they found out I wasn't organic!"
Ellanor smiles, "not much.
Ellanor pats a finger against her own cheek, "I'm thinking of kissing him, actually. maybe even toying around a bit with him while it overtakes him."
Ellanor is completely immune to any form of psychoactive effect, being made out of metal and circuitry, and follows after him.
[[uhm, yeah, about that. she still can't hear the message]]
Ellanor gives up and returns to where Gunney is, somewhat sadly, seeing as how she was hoping to spend several days analyzing the data gained from his mind...