"Huh."

"Is it possible to talk to them?"

"Why the fuck would you want to?"

"Curiosity?"

"Pf. Whatever. Usually they only make sense by accident."

"As a scientist, it's important to verify things for myself!"

"Uh huh."

"If I'm going to pin one of them down... It'd be easier to start with one that's on its own, probably."

"Smaller ones travel in packs, mostly."

"The one on the other side of the building doesn't, though?"

Shrug. "It's like fifteen feet tall."

"I've fought bigger! But if it's inclined to attack first, ask questions later, that would be more difficult to disable carefully..."

"It's aggressive, yeah."

Hum. "Honestly I could handle a crowd fine, so long as they aren't flying or holding guns... Just like, sink them into the ground. Talking to them's most annoying if they're shooting at me." Nowadays. Being friendly was so much easier when she wasn't squishy.

"Flyer and gun models do exist. And flyers with guns."

Thoughtful hum. "Can scout out a group before deciding if I'm going to open with negotiations, then?"

"It's so much easier to just jump in and kill them."

"But then where's the sense of adventure?"

"What do you need that for?"

"Driving scientific discoveries! And, of secondary importance, having fun."

"That shit sounds like it's outside my programming."

"Sapient beings are defined by the existence of free will, and you seem pretty sapient to me."

"That is also outside my programming."

"Then what's in your programming?"

"Killing shit."

"Nothing else?"