[ She sees no point in hiding whatever it is from their captors. They've clearly got eyes on them somehow - somewhere - though it's unnoticeable to any of them how. ]
[ Watching for a moment, brows and mouth bowing low as she does, and pauses. It's not hesitation, exactly, but something in her throat. Her hearing and eyesight are mechanical and those are some of the best the universe had to offer — It was rare she didn't hear something. ]
[ She's capable now - still - but it hasn't gone unnoticed that the scale has decreased. That once again this place had messed with her body, already not entirely her own, and she wonders what's the point if it cannot function? It's a small moment, not quite hesitation - perhaps frustration. ]
[ A frustration that catches in her throat in a way normal frustration doesn't, pales her tone as she answers: ]
If I thought there were would I be speaking freely?
[ No one is there, but that's not why she stopped. ]
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[ Watching for a moment, brows and mouth bowing low as she does, and pauses. It's not hesitation, exactly, but something in her throat. Her hearing and eyesight are mechanical and those are some of the best the universe had to offer — It was rare she didn't hear something. ]
[ She's capable now - still - but it hasn't gone unnoticed that the scale has decreased. That once again this place had messed with her body, already not entirely her own, and she wonders what's the point if it cannot function? It's a small moment, not quite hesitation - perhaps frustration. ]
[ A frustration that catches in her throat in a way normal frustration doesn't, pales her tone as she answers: ]
If I thought there were would I be speaking freely?
[ No one is there, but that's not why she stopped. ]