The mechanical maiden felt a bit of a weight on her shoulder, her senses read it as something soft, fleshly, and warm.   She turned her head to the side, to see Corrine leaning against her body,  soon a mechanical arm had wrapped around her waist and she leaned downward allowing the woman to stay supported on her mechanical shoulder.  She remained silent, looking into the woman’s pained eyes with her own large vacant blue orbs, no sign at all of emotion.<br/><br/>The machine’s ‘skin’ was a bit cooler then a humans, and senstive sense of touch would have picked up on the various mechanical parts beneath the soft layer of pseudo- flesh that allowed Elohim to atleast pass for a human. Senstive ears, would pick up the low hum of a barely active generator, and the woman’s  smelled faintly of anticeptics and metal.<br/><br/>Those blue vacant eyes locked onto the smaller woman, when it appearred her fit was at its end.  She still held her, gently so, despite the hard machinery that made up her body, “Are you malfunctioning Corrine?”