Advent didn't plan to make any comment when Rill brought up whether he thought he needed a filter., though he did make note of the short pause, and had some theories about what her opinions were on the matter.  He could have forced an interjection, but decided against it because he actually didn't have a good answer. He was hesitant about new parts and integrations, since it would mean changing out what Adroit, his benefactor, had created. Thinking and feeling were two different things with their own complexities. While Advent could have argued that he had his own opinions, he knew that they ultimately echoed what his benefactor taught him. He carried the ideals of someone long dead, and far removed from the current issues of today. Feeling was....well.<br/><br/>"Oh! Wow you actually told me about your<i>whole</i>day!" His tone might have sounded like he was mocking Rill for giving him free information, that or he was actually surprised that he got so much in response. "Why would you need a day off anyway? Can't you do everything after your shift anyway?  I never take a day off unless I'm not working!" That last bit could be taken in a few ways. He waited until the elevator opened before drowning Rill in his chatter, at this point he had processed and recorded everything that was said to him. Mannerisms, the way she moved and reacted. Everything was something that he considered important. There was something mesmerizing about those with wills. It was all neatly tucked away into a folder with her name on it.<br/><br/>However, Advent was completely ecstatic when she gave him permission to help I'm happy to offer a hand! I have two of those unless otherwise stated!" He wiggled his perfectly shaped fingers at her, though his eyes followed her hair. He was curious about her job, while he understood the basics of what bartending was meant to be, he found that it was a far more complex process than one would be led to believe. A dance of rough pleasantries and boundaries, reading a room and setting the limits for each customer. It was such a social event that it boggled his circuits and caused him to be enraptured in the small little mannerisms of each tender.<br/><br/>When she entered the main room, he tagged along too with a wide grin on his face, an expression that mirrored Rill's, but ended up being a but too wide for his features. As  Rill addressed the newcomers Advent peeked over from behind, his eyes lighting up slightly as he took in the duo's current status and appearance. He ended up speaking, "Wow you guys look like<i>sh</i>- Welcome!" He caught himself and changed the message at the last minute, there was no guesswork to figure out what he almost said though. His eyes set on the other android and he started making grabby motions with his hands. In all honesty, he wanted to tear them apart and completely put them back together, but  processed the probably of success and registered the fact that their models did not match.  Advent had no qualms about attempting, he wasn't made to be a pillar of morality, but the probability was low and he wasn't his benefactor. While he didn't have a filter, he could sense what would absolutely get him in trouble. He was going to behave. Definitely. He stood by....<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="6011" data-username="@Deviant" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6011/">@Deviant</a><a class="username" data-user-id="2760" data-username="@ChronicRoot" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2760/">@ChronicRoot</a>