Betty
If she thought about it, Deev would probably find it funny that her literal first moment at Newton's Cradle was an attempted crime. 

Deev walked up to one of Newton's Cradle's vending machines, shiny coin in hand. However, this was no normal coin... It had been altered with a small hole and threaded through with fishing wire. Deev's long journey to NC was rather rough, and had left her with a terrible thirst, and so she felt like a soft drink so quench her dehydration. Surveying the options on hand Deev glances over the local Swedish colas, eventually arriving on the comfortable familiarity of Coca-Cola.

After inserting her modified coin into the payment slot, Deev selects the Coke and waits for a moment as the drink rattles around the machine before falling into the delivery chute. After grabbing her Coke, Deev chuckles a little before tugging on the fishing line. Flaunting the law always makes her feel good, even if just in a small way.

Unfortunately for Deev, the Newton's Cradle vending machines were made after the 80s. Now, this would normally not be a particularly notable fact, but it meant that the coin slot had a one-way ratchet. Deev's coin inevitably got stuck in the slot, causing her to tug on it again. A couple more tugs later, and Deev is aggressively pulling on the string. She grows with anger, attempting to pry her modified coin out of the machine any way she can short of damaging it. Anyone walking by would see Deev struggling against the machine, quietly grumbling "Stupid motherfucking piece of shit!"
Michael
Something past its glory days shuffled past the nearest corner. What appeared to be the most depressed corpse stared forwards with an emplty, lifeless gaze. Her stay here had done nothing to better her feelings towards existing in itself, nothing about it makes it bearable. Yarimiel didn't bother to make a sound or make a quip about the situation. She just looked between Devorah and the machine, having gone out to do just about the same, except without attempting to deceive a machine.

She shuffled towards the girl, slippers creating a dull sound along the cold, hard floor. Nothing about this person made it seem like they were one to talk, their aged, heavily scarred and miscolored appearance made them look a bit unnerving even, but one could doubt that someone like Devorah would be put off by this. *String. Coin. I get it now.* She had focused on the string for just a fraction of a second, but upon realizing the other girl's rebellion against an automated refrigerator would delay the acquisition of Cokey Cola, Yarimiel's expression somehow soured even more.

Yarimiel gave Devorah a look, that being enough to convey her message. It was clear the other girl would not succeed in her task, so Yarimiel disregarded any common sense she may have learned and "Helped" Devorah by just *Cutting the string*, using a hand that's been sharpened into some sort of black spearhead with white scratches all over it roughly in the texture of a hand.
Betty
"Oi!" Yells D'vorah as Yari cuts the little fishing line threaded through the coin. She spins around to give the girl a piece of her mind, ready to tear into Yari for disrupting her attempt at denying money to an organisation that she hates, but stops when she has Yari fully in her view. The anger in Deev's face vanishes as soon as she finally fully perceives Yari, replaced by concern. Deev was ready to throw hands with a shadow monster, not an emaciated 15-year-old. The tirade stops halfway down her throat, and she just makes a mildly concerned "Hmm" Noise.

Deev pushes her pink hair out of her eyes, putting her heavily mechanised body on display. Patches of metal on her body and face and her robotic limbs make her look a little threatening. The red, telescopic lens replacing her left eye currently displays a spinning hourglass. Assuming it reflects her state of mind, Deev is clearly formulating a response.

Deev's robotic eye suddenly displays a skull-and-crossbones.
"...Uhh don't take this personally, but you look..."
This is not good. Deev isn't used to tact. After trying to thing about a way of phrasing her opinions, Deev just gives up and states her mind. Unfiltered.
"...You look like death."
Michael
*My body feels heavy...*

She couldn't deny that this new girl was quite the specimen. Covered in machiney bits and metal and LEDs and lights, she was certainly an eye-catcher. She quickly took one of the other girl's arms in a very soft hold, just enough to get a closer look at it. She didn't seem to mind the comment about death, but in her head that cut pretty deep, activating those harsh inner voices. 

The sleeves of the hood that slid back from her now raised wrist only added to Devorah's description. The hand that took Devorah's arm was pretty large for a girl her size, but it was still very wiry, and it *Looked* Cold. The pale, sickly hand was laced with black veins just under the almost-translucent skin. Deep scars running across them and her wrists, but what *Made* Them was hard to nail down. She finally managed to say something in a quiet, almost forced tone.

"[mumble...] Terminator." She probably returned Devorah's death statement with a comparison of her own. She turned the other girl's arm a bit, but gave up quickly after a few seconds. *Ugh*, she has to speak more, but she could also *Not* Do that, just talking felt like a marathon.

"Done?" She tapped the machine, it read *0.25* On the small segmented display. Her finger hovered over the button that gives you unused money back in coins. "Or you still gonna try and trick the shit?"

In contrast to the machine girl's eyes that swirled with color, Yarimiel's were like giant windows into the void: giant irisless pupils, with pinpoints of white within them. This was either someone you didn't want to get on the wrong side of, or someone who's been through too much to care.

*I'm tired...*
Betty
Deev can't help but feel like she stepped on some toes there. She... Probably should've not just *Immediately* Blurted that statement out, since it seems Yari's in a delicate mood right now. The Terminator comment would usually provoke Deev sufficiently to earn a quick slap, but Yari's countenance and general listlessness makes Deev generally unwilling to harm her. Though the freaky shadow thing *Is* Worrying, Deev feels more protective towards the skrunkly girl than anything.

Deev doesn't really make any effort to stop Yari from touching her hand. Deev's hands loot to be metal all the way through. Yari would even be able to see through gaps in the hand, revealing some of it's servos and artificial muscles. There's a rubbery layer over her palms and the underside of her fingers. 

"Ohh uhh... I'm done." She steps back away from the vending machine with both arms raised; the universal sign of "It's all yours." "'Sides, these more modern machines are bullshit, anyway."
Deev doesn't say anything for a moment, before continuing her thought from earlier:
"...You do really look like you need some sleep though. Or caffine, I guess"
Michael
"They're just scam-proof. Try power, looks like you could use it on the thing." She was actually quite amazed by the arm, but she wasn't willing ti make the effort of staying outside just to annoy Devorah with her looking. 

"Sleep too much. Coffee... Gross." She pressed the change button and gave Devorah her coin back. It wasn't *The* Coin, but it was still of the same value. Yarimiel then scanned her options and chose Sprite. Not too strong, but still garbage-y enough to satsify her cravings and appetite for the day.

She shut her eyes when the can banged into the recepticle, and realized she didn't feel like making the effort of bending down about a foot or so. As a response to this, she just extended her hand and fingers, slight fleshy sounds coming from it. 

The hand now looked dark again, white, scratchy designs defining the texture of the tendrils (fingers) and their core (palm-wrist). Once the fingers wrapped around the can, she pulled it back towards herself, slowly. The tendril-esque things wrapped around the can would sort of unravel over themsleves, forming into her hand again. 

It was a small detail, but as her hand undid the transformation, the black that had crawled onto her hand receded like a bunch of black little... *Veins*, under her skin, receding into the original ones and losing that odd solid-black coloring.

It was at this that her expression seemed to lighten, obtaining a soft drink. Immediately, she cracked it open and took a sip of it. She took a deep breath, then exhaled.

"Get your thing." She steps away from the machine and just enoys the soda, slowly. For now, her head is quiet. Sweet lemon. Sugar good.

"Your arm's cool." She muttered just loudly enough to be barely audible.
Betty
Deev wordlessly pockets her coin. She's slightly peeved that her money went into the bank account of Newton's Cradle (The current focus of her ire), though she's glad she got at least some of it back.

"Thanks." She says, pushing her dyed pink hair out of her face again. "Yea I could use my power on it, but i just got here." She extends her hand, pointing her finger into the air to emphasis her next point. "I don't have enough goodwill here from the staff. If I *Immediately* Absorbed a vending machine and start stealing the colas, I'd get privileges revoked for sure!"

She stares between Yari and the vending machine. Yari's fleshy shadow powers make her skin crawl a little, but they're also kinda cool. She takes a deep *S i p p* Of her cokey cola, downing half the can in a couple seconds. She considers ordering another one... But she resists. Not till she gets an allowance from Drew, that is.

Deev's eyes open slightly wider when Yari muttered about her arm being cool. Deev holds her robotic arm up to the light, as if she's just now perceiving it. 
"Really? Thanks." She says, her hand spinning in its socket with a whirring noise. "It's kinda cool I guess... Yea... Though it gets rusty some times."
Kimberly
"Mm." A simple response. "What they don't know won't hurt them." She looked around. *A camera.* "Camera." She pointed to it absentmindedly. 

"Remember to take care of it. Good materials don't come easy." Despite her powers and lack of knowledge, she's always had a tiny branch of interest in machinery, even if its just *Looking* At stuff like cars and robotics. Now that she was actually in a good mood, she felt like talking a bit. "You'll learn to like it here. Lots of good-willed people." She took another sip and her other hand shook notably response, soon stopping again. 

She didn't really care to ask their name, and instead just stood there in silence to see if the other girl would speak again. She really did not want to do the heavy lifting in small talk. She absolutely hates small talk, and thus rarely participates in it. Plus, she's never learned how to properly start a conversation, no matter how easy others make it out to be. She knew Devorah was freaked out by her power, and if she ever caught an odd look or reaction, her eyes would narrow very very slightly.
Betty
Deev looks up at the camera, quietly muttering "Camera..." To herself, before sliding between the camera and vending machine. She totally agrees with Yari's statement about good materials... She knows all too well how annoying it is to get tungsten carbide flex bolts at a reasonable price. Most of the time she has to get maintenance stuff self-ordered. 
Deev finishes her current can of Coke before giving the can a quick bite on the side. After gnawing on it a bit more, she crushes the can and spikes it into a nearby trash can. 
"Plastic lining" She says, explanatorily. "Gets in between my teeth."

Deev leans against a nearby wall. She likes walls. Solid and dependable.
"Yea, I only just got here like... Yesterday-ish. Still figuring out where shit is"
Michael
"I can give a tour. I've been here for a few months and know my way around. Outside has some good spots, too, but I bet you aren't the most outdoors person." She took another sip of the can, and with the other hand, scratched a spot on her hairline.

After scratching herself, she checked under her fingernails, then dug out what was under then with her teeth. It would give her mouth somrthing to do other than just talk and drink occasionally. She ignores the salty, grimy taste and slight jaw movement is visible. "If you want to find other people without having to physically talk to them, this place has a chat forum thing, I dunno how to describe it."

She still didn't show much, if any, enthusiasm, not in her speech, words, face or body language. It was like she was forcing herself to move and speak. She was just afraid her friends would be mad at her for disappearing, she was afraid Owen would do something about it. This was one of her problems, she only expected the worst from people, and rarely ever thought of the positive possibilities. "I don't know about the urban area around here. I don't really care. Just ask around, you'll get better information than I can give."
Betty
Deev frowns slightly at Yari's comment. "I'm perfectly fine outdoors, just by the way." She sounds a little peeved, but quickly goes back to her more neutral tone. "My bionics are pretty sand-resistant anyway." 
Deev thinks for a second, reflecting on what she just said, before resuming with a brief shudder.
"Though... Bugs are a different story..." 

In a lapse in the conversation, Deev's phone seemingly appears in her hand, being briefly merged with Deev's body just so she could move it quickly from her pocket. It's unnecessary, but it saves like two arm movements so it's slightly more convenient. She quickly skims through the Intranet before lowering her phone and resuming her conversation. "Oop... Yea, sorry about that. Just checking where it was"

Deev nods and makes a note to check out this chat forum later. It's clear to her that Yari is currently going through something, though she doesn't know what. Deev genuinely does want to help her, but is cursed with a lack of knowledge of Yari's predicament. The best she can really do is maybe give Yari a suggestion or two, and even then she's worried that the skrunkly girl might take it the wrong way... A dilemma indeed.
Michael
This is what she liked. Unburdened conversations, at least that's what it sounded like to her. "I'd rather give a tour of the outside. Far more interesting." The lyrics from a song she'd been listening to bounced around in her head, and she remembered how angry she was just a few hours ago. Maybe if she took just one more walk outside, it would calm her nerves. She just can't let her mind wander, she can't slip up. She might scare away this new person.

"Or are you not in the mood to walk through mostly featureless forests for a few hours?" She smiled at the idea of doing just that. Walking through nothing... Forever. *No. Stop it.* She interrupted herself. *Don't cry. Stop it.*

"Maybe we'll find an animal out there." *That's a normal thing to say, yeah.* One could see her calculating, her gaze averting from Devorah whenever she got lost in her own mind.
Betty
Deev's gaze wanders to a nearby window. "Hell yea... Outside. More interesting than this fuckin' concrete block." She says, her distaste leaking through into her words. "So sick and tired of goddamn concrete brutalism..."

Deev seems interested in the idea of going for a walk in the forest. She's also clearly relieved that Yari seems more animated now. 
"Yea I'd be game. Fucking love the woods. So calm and peaceful... Plus it's easy to hide stuff..." That last point left Deev's mouth before she could stop herself. She had plans for stuff to try in the forest, and she didn't want to hint any anything in case the people here were narcs.
"Uhh... Yea. I mean if you count bugs as animals we'll probably spot something. Uhh... Guess we could also see squirrels or something? Are there even squirrels in Germany?"
Kimberly
"Maybe we'll find a body or some weird monster, *OOoOoOoh*." She waved the fingers of one hand along with the sound. She liked going out there because no one else did. She always got the sense of adventure and freedom, that lingering sense of danger and mystery. "What if we find something illegal and get chased by guys with guns...? No, no. Or we stumble across some sort of traffick ring? No. Whatever, we're bound to find something interesting." She taps the can with both hands while holding it.

"Let's go, now, or do you need prep time?" She was about to pull Devorah by the arm and drag her outside, but something told her not to do that.
Betty
Deev seems genuinely excited to find a body and/or weird monster. Weird crazy shit is exactly the sort of thing she's been wanting to see for weeks now. Reminds her of the School. Or at least how the School felt to a much smaller Deev.

"Fuck yea dude lets go! Gonna beat up some guys with guns!"
Deev pauses, clearly having a moment of contemplation. She looks over herself and Yari, before concluding:
"...Yea we could take on guys with guns. At least like... Seven...*Maybe* Eight."

Before she can eager agree to rush off with Yari, Deev remembers something. 
"Hold on, gotta check my daily schedual..."
Deev begins looking at her phone, scrolling through her clock app and glancing over the various alarms. 
"Pills... Pills... Pills... Nah I'm good. We can go now."
Michael
She goes from her more gentle sipping of the soda to taking larger sips. She was getting more excited, but something still lingered in her mond, telling her body to not move, her current joy beating the voice, for now. She turned to walk outside via the nearest exit. "It's cold as fuck out but I think we can stay out there for a while." Her walk turn into more of a bouncy fastwalk, her mane of hair bobbing in rythm with it. She was only thinking about how she finally managed to convince someone to go on one of these with her, especially since she hasn't done one in what felt like forever. 

"Hell yeah." She spoke a bit louder, at a more regular volume. She liked this new person already, now thinking that their interests overlapped a lot, probably just some sense of *Freedom* That they both desire. She had no real conscious thoughts as a new, missed energy flooded into her body, just some subconscious buzz and a few other focused thoughts, but still nothing forefront.

```do you feel like ending it?```
Betty
Deev quickly starts running after Yari. She has a big, toothy grin on her face and a visible skip in her step. She also wants to slap Yari's hair slightly but that's a whole different thing.

A far cry from the asshole she'd been forced to deal with most of her life since the School, Yari seemed genuinely fun, kind and accommodating! Plus, they had a shared desire for freedom that really resonated with her. Maybe *This* Particular brutalist concrete structure would hold more for her than a series of traumatic events and a weird, shitty relationship? Maybe she might even be able to find real, genuine friendships with people like Yari here? It'd be weird for Deev to just up and ask Yari to be her friend, so Deev didn't say anything.

Right now Deev was willing to do anything with Yari. As they left fastwalking out the nearest exit, a metaphorical threshhold is crossed. At this minute, Deev has truly left one chapter of her life and entered the next...