[Hiling is immediately drawn to the other mechanical being in the room. Approaching cautiously, she tries to figure out what seems to be wrong with him. No doubt it was the result of some horrific surgery. Being in such an unfamiliar situation, it's at least slightly comforting to find someone vaguely like herself, even if he seemed to lack squishy parts altogether while some of her body was left intact. She watches him flail, stepping back to a safe distance, talking to no one in particular.]
First the dairy, now we're somebody's experiments. I've had about enough.
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First the dairy, now we're somebody's experiments. I've had about enough.