An equivalent response. Good. No need to panic the organics. This is already going differently than Vika might have feared, but she needs to be sure. Needs. To be. Sure. This space is small, and this machine is large. From the sound of those engines, faster than he'd look too.

The shell she's arrived in is already such fucking garbage. Vika isn't interested in learning how trash the next one might be.

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