[Freya has to take a moment to ponder that, idly turning her glass as she mulls it over. She hadn't met (as far as she knew) anyone that was inorganic in their other life.]
Wonder what that's gonna be like. [Waking up a machine, or watching bits and pieces turning to metal? Would she just not need to eat one day?] But you called her a girl, yeah? So she looks like you? Guess the white hair's part of that lot.
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[Freya has to take a moment to ponder that, idly turning her glass as she mulls it over. She hadn't met (as far as she knew) anyone that was inorganic in their other life.]
Wonder what that's gonna be like. [Waking up a machine, or watching bits and pieces turning to metal? Would she just not need to eat one day?] But you called her a girl, yeah? So she looks like you? Guess the white hair's part of that lot.