[ He's right. Lucina doesn't understand the first sentence in the slightest, blinking patiently until he elaborates. At the tilt of his head, some faint sunlight bounces off his LED, washing out the blue. Bluntly, she says - ]
It's pretty.
[ ? ]
I like the colour... when it's like this. It changes, doesn't it?
[ She's seen it flicker yellow once or twice. Most notably during their little splash in the caverns, and her fraught response after. ]
['Pretty' is not an adjective he's sure he would ascribe to it, nor expect. Though he won't correct her; it's a compliment in its own way, even if it's just another component in his design. Something required to designate him as an android within human society.]
It does. Blue, yellow, and red.
[A finger to indicate at his own temple, before dropping his hand back down into his lap.]
Blue is a default state. The higher the strain or the more taxing the mental processing -- whether due to internal or external factors -- the more likely the color will change. Extreme stress will lead to a red LED, though I obviously hope to avoid that as much as possible.
[ It's a bit of bias on her part. Blue is the official colour of the livery of House Ylisse, and she's rather heavily on the blue side herself. Watching the calm glow of his LED as he talks helps take her away from the tension of a few minutes ago, but she knows she likely shouldn't stare.
Something in his wording catches at her, and Lucina requests he elaborates. ]
Internal factors? What sort of internal factors?
[ It's a fairly intrusive question. Sometimes, Lucina displays a remarkable amount of privilege in accordance with her rank, and seems so blithely unaware of it. ]
[Lucky for Lucina that Connor doesn’t consider it an invasive question, so much as one that he takes a moment to word very purposefully.]
Internal factors, such as stress levels or overexertion of processing. When faced with dangerous situations, and having to analyze and assess risk accordingly, the color is more likely to shift.
[ Even if that's her own superimposed view on his existence, even if she's only hearing what she wants to hear out of his overly long words; that when upset, or stressed, or in danger - he reacts. Lucina says it regardless, a calm note to the (presumptive) observation.
At least now she knows why he doesn't smile, or hasn't. ]
I suppose in a way it is. Reaction to stimuli. A basic trait of many living things.
[But. There's always a 'but', isn't there.]
But in order to blend in more effectively with humans, it only makes sense that we would share a few similarities in regards to how we act. Even if it's only the result of programming.
[ "In order to blend in"... that sounds rather predatorial, like a hunter masked by the scenery, but Lucina is at least aware enough not to say that much.
And hey, she got away with switching the topic of conversation from her to him. Ka-kow. ]
Perhaps one day, you'll explain to me exactly what "programming" entails.
[ Adjusting her swordbelt, Lucina starts to get up. ]
Are you, um - are you equipped for combat, Connor?
Of course. A simplified explanation is that they’re coded instructions ingrained in the… core of who I am. Tenets that I abide by.
[His eyes track her, and by instinct, he stands, too. Are they leaving?]
I am. With a focus on close range combat and proficient melee and firearms handling. I don’t carry a weapon, normally, but Cayde gave me a combat knife during our stint on Struxta.
I wouldn’t mind it. It would be best to self-diagnose my combat routines in a real time setting. I haven’t done so since my arrival as a member of the Circle.
[ Is she going to walk around the mezzanine, down the steps, and through the gate? Nope. She's going to look down for approximately one second and then step off, landing on a neat - safe - crouch inside the end of the thread ring, a safe distance away from anything dangerous or anyone training.
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It's pretty.
[ ? ]
I like the colour... when it's like this. It changes, doesn't it?
[ She's seen it flicker yellow once or twice. Most notably during their little splash in the caverns, and her fraught response after. ]
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It does. Blue, yellow, and red.
[A finger to indicate at his own temple, before dropping his hand back down into his lap.]
Blue is a default state. The higher the strain or the more taxing the mental processing -- whether due to internal or external factors -- the more likely the color will change. Extreme stress will lead to a red LED, though I obviously hope to avoid that as much as possible.
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Something in his wording catches at her, and Lucina requests he elaborates. ]
Internal factors? What sort of internal factors?
[ It's a fairly intrusive question. Sometimes, Lucina displays a remarkable amount of privilege in accordance with her rank, and seems so blithely unaware of it. ]
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Internal factors, such as stress levels or overexertion of processing. When faced with dangerous situations, and having to analyze and assess risk accordingly, the color is more likely to shift.
Internal injury can qualify, as well.
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[ Even if that's her own superimposed view on his existence, even if she's only hearing what she wants to hear out of his overly long words; that when upset, or stressed, or in danger - he reacts. Lucina says it regardless, a calm note to the (presumptive) observation.
At least now she knows why he doesn't smile, or hasn't. ]
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[But. There's always a 'but', isn't there.]
But in order to blend in more effectively with humans, it only makes sense that we would share a few similarities in regards to how we act. Even if it's only the result of programming.
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And hey, she got away with switching the topic of conversation from her to him. Ka-kow. ]
Perhaps one day, you'll explain to me exactly what "programming" entails.
[ Adjusting her swordbelt, Lucina starts to get up. ]
Are you, um - are you equipped for combat, Connor?
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[His eyes track her, and by instinct, he stands, too. Are they leaving?]
I am. With a focus on close range combat and proficient melee and firearms handling. I don’t carry a weapon, normally, but Cayde gave me a combat knife during our stint on Struxta.
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I could use some exercise, [ and she gestures down toward the interior of the ring, beneath their feet, ] if you would care to join me.
[ She can do hand-to-hand! And it's been like eight minutes since she's fought anything. And that's terrible. ]
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Oh. Of course.
[A hand to come up and adjust as his tie, idly.]
I wouldn’t mind it. It would be best to self-diagnose my combat routines in a real time setting. I haven’t done so since my arrival as a member of the Circle.
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...
Keeps on smiling, though. ]
Come, then.
[ Is she going to walk around the mezzanine, down the steps, and through the gate? Nope. She's going to look down for approximately one second and then step off, landing on a neat - safe - crouch inside the
end of the threadring, a safe distance away from anything dangerous or anyone training.Because she's Extra. ]