<strong>Celeste Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste slowly turns her head to look at the...device as it entered into its diatribe.  She watches, eyes half lidded, as it finishes what it was saying, still trying to determine for herself whether this thing counted as living or not.  "We have other matters to attend to...why should we care about some superstitious strong-arm?"<br/><br/>She slips out of her seat in a single, fluid motion, albeit faster than most people would move, and moves closer to the device, walking around it looking it over critically up close.  Gears, cables, plates, tubes and other less identifiable things...it couldn't be alive, could it?  She pondered a moment, speaking softly while she is behind it, "what, precisely, are you, I wonder..."