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Quimbry hadn't thought that the "Cleverbot" response would be received as well as it was. Rather than becoming irritated like she'd expected him to, the Guardian actually laughed. "If you keep this up, you will be just as frustrating as well,"

She scoffed, "Well, last time I checked, it was my job to make your job difficult."

Upon hearing Quimbry's questions, he immediately raised an eyebrow and stared at her from across the room. "Your turn? You are my hostage. Since when do hostages get turns?" Then, he put put on a stupid smirk. He sure was proud of his ability to piss her off with only a few measly words. In response to his captive's questions, he offered little actual information and revealed only that he'd used some sort of program to discover her name. As for what his name was, the only thing offered to her was the alias "Nick". Was it some sort of nickname? Maybe it was the name of one of his partners, although that seemed highly unlikely. Either way, it wasn't like she could contact any of the company researchers and ask them to look into it, considering that somebody short-circuited her phone.

She just couldn't figure this guy out.

"So," He continued, the smile still stretched across his face, "If I had asked exactly what your motive was, would that have changed any of your answers?"

Quimbry rolled her eyes yet again. "Nope." She replied casually. "Has it ever crossed your mind that I might not have a motive? Who's to say I'm not just some brainwashed freak sent out to do Sanctity's little chores? Maybe I just like being a slave of the company." She threw herself back against the chair, getting more and more irritated as she spoke. Because that's exactly what she was; nothing more than a servant sent out to do meaningless jobs that a bunch of obese chairmen were too lazy to do themselves. Staring down at the floor, she wanted nothing more than to strangle every last one of them. Quimbry couldn't though, even if she ever escaped. There was just too much at risk for her.

"My job." She mumbled, "That is the only motive there's ever been." Her response was vague, but she couldn't say that it wasn't true.