"Well, you're doing fucking fantastic," she says. There's a little sardonic note in her voice because that's how she is, but she is impressed to see a whole functional robot out here kicking other robots' asses.
She grins, lopsided, at the explanation.
"Yeah, I've seen that one," she says. She's seen as many old movies as they could scavenge from wherever, DVD and VHS both. She does especially like space movies, though.
"So…you're not like them. Are you, um, more like me? I'm not from here either."
Something in her head keeps telling her she is from here, that she grew up in Sweet Water with a regular family. But it's bullshit. She knows that can't be true. The evidence is emblazoned on her skin, scars beneath the tattoo on her arm, Joel's watch shoved in her pocket like a secret protection charm. It's too big for her to wear, but it makes her feel…more grounded, maybe.
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She grins, lopsided, at the explanation.
"Yeah, I've seen that one," she says. She's seen as many old movies as they could scavenge from wherever, DVD and VHS both. She does especially like space movies, though.
"So…you're not like them. Are you, um, more like me? I'm not from here either."
Something in her head keeps telling her she is from here, that she grew up in Sweet Water with a regular family. But it's bullshit. She knows that can't be true. The evidence is emblazoned on her skin, scars beneath the tattoo on her arm, Joel's watch shoved in her pocket like a secret protection charm. It's too big for her to wear, but it makes her feel…more grounded, maybe.