<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Not... trying to hurt us,"</span>Jynx repeated quietly, turning to face Becca with an apprehensive yellow-eyed stare that said "if you end up getting me killed...". However, she straightened herself, withdrawing her arm blades for now and grumbling.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Courtesy,"</span>she rasped. Again, a direct repeat of Becca. She truly didn't understand these concepts -- she knew of them, of course. She did speak english. But she didn't UNDERSTAND them, didn't see the point to them. In the life she had led, the pink-haired cannibal had never seen any reason to talk instead of stab.<br/><br/>She folded her arms stoically and glanced to Rebecca one last time before turning her attention sternly back to the robot girl.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Help quick,"</span>she growled at the seemingly unhearing mechanized girl.<br/><br/>(Damnit, I type these out and they look big enough, but they never are.)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>