When the woman stopped leaning against her mechanical frame she straightened up.  Looking down upon her face, regestering the slight curvature of woman’s mouth.  The machine analyzed her data banks, putting a word to the gesture.  It was a smile, something usually displayed during times of joy.  She thought on this for a while, unable to figure out just what had made the woman happy after what appeared to be a serious glitch in her organic operating system.<br/><br/>“It is good that you are functioning optimally once more.”    She turned her head to the undead man once more.<br/><br/>“May I suggest that Dorian act alone.  He is the only one among us who is incapable of destruction.  It only logical that he act without the back up of another brood member. I would also suggest that since both of us function as heavy hitting units Damian, that we not act together.”  She said returning to bussiness.  “Do you have any preference about which of the remain two accompany you?”