The civilian chassis Alice was using had an array of sensory equipment that, while it wasn't as sensitive as her war chassis, easily outmatched organic senses. Combined with her software this easily let her identify social cues and their meaning even if she herself lacked them or a subconscious to pick up on these signal. Alice's brow however now crested in a confused frown, her antennae perking up.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "The two of you seem to refer to sexbot as a derogatory term. I'm closely acquantained with an A-AI working in the adult entertainment industry and she's a celebrity in the entire federation and beyond."</span>Alice's expression grew more stern again, a smirk playing on those lips.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Maybe I should ask her about these lurid poses you're so interested in, Miss Inviere. Her suggestions should prove to be interesting. I'm sure she'd be eager to defend her sexbot pride."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4dffff">"As for you, miss Toshimi. I wouldn't even believe your claim to be unarmed even if you were stripped naked... especially if I take in account the dimensions of Miss Inviere's assets. There's quite a few pieces of hidden armaments with a smaller size."</span>Alice glanced meaningfully at Cain's trousers, the AI hadn't missed how Cain had adjusted it to better fit its contents earlier. The AI took a moment to check up on Lili while the two considered their words. The stretcher's systems kept her stabilized, and she was probably mostly conscious if likely very disoriented. The greatest risk at this point was clots of blood forming in her brain.<br/><br/>Alice turned back to Cain as the woman pleaded her to keep Toshimi listed as dead in the system. The AI made a wry face as she stepped up to lock Cain's wrists in the maglocks.<span style="color: #4dffff">"I can as much go against my core programming as you can breathe out of your arse. The only thing I can do is internally assign Toshimi's file update to be lowest priority, but as soon as someone makes an inquiry about her I'll be forced to update that task priority. Not just that, but there's video logs, conversation logs and others who have seen her. You can't keep her dead, Miss Inviere."</span><br/><br/>The AI looked as Toshimi made her departure.<span style="color: #4dffff">"Alright, Calamari, I guess I'll get a message out to you somehow?"</span>It was way too easy to track Toshimi's spiteful charge back to her ship. So that was where she was docked and with that ship, good to know. The AI looked back to Cain and met the woman's eyes without blinking as the maglocks clicked shut with a soft mechanical sound.<span style="color: #4dffff">"I still can't see why you're this sentimental about an ex-lover who is very intent on killing you."</span>Alice feigned a sigh.<span style="color: #4dffff">"I can't do more than adjust the priority of the task, like I told you. I also have no interest in your glory bribes. I only care about this station retaining a sense of order and keeping the federation in the dark about how things are run here. I can't do anything more without changes to the part of my code I can't access." </span>There was something strange about the AI's tone as she said that, almost as if it was a suggestion.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>