She was sure that the look on her face would’ve been classified as shock as she listened to him explain. She never imagined that Xenotech, the very thing that started the beginning of the end would be in Arc’s head. It was...strange. She was intruigued, and wasn’t sure how to wrap her head around the information he provided her, she hadn’t had much experience with such futuristic tech, her family didn’t have as much money as some did. The most interesting brain surgery she’d witnessed was lateralization, where the left lobe was separated from the right, created two separate brains with two separate agendas. However, this took the cake. If she wasn’t intruguied by him before, she absolutely was now.<br/><br/>“So, the tech, in your head. If it shorted, somehow someway, would you die?” Of course her first instinct was to calculate the possible malfunctions of his head, though he’d had it this long. She didn’t particularly want to see him die, so she wanted to be sure that if anything did happen, she’d be able to help. The chill outside was beginning to creep in, and she scooted closer to him for a bit of warmth. When he parted his hair to present the scar to her, she reached up and ran her fingers gently under it, humming and pursing her lips. She enjoyed learning these things about him, they made him unique, she liked unique. “You sure about that? Bet I could beat you in an arm wrestle,” she smirked and laughed, sitting back down in her chair. She knew the likelihood of her winning was close to nothing, but it was all fun and games. “What a world we live in where computers can control someone. Doesn’t it scare you? What if someday, someone decided to just use you, you couldn’t stop it.” Now she was being ridiculous, but she had to consider the possibility.<br/><br/>She put her stuffed animal back in her backpack, setting it on the ground. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. At least the East Side has running water, she would kill to not smell like a graveyard at this point. She had a spare shirt in her bag, but her pants were the ones covered in blood. It comes with survival, she supposed. “So what do you do around here to kill the time?” She has to admit, it was a rather slow day, but being there with him made it worth the while. Either way, if she didn’t put her head to good use she was sure she’d go crazy. She slipped her jacket on and zipped it up, the wind whistling quietly outside. “We destroyed our world, everything we get was coming to us, one way or another.”