( subconsciously & meticulously OBSERVANT of him as she is;
it takes her practically no time to notice a difference betweenher
doctor & the man before her. the way he stands;the emptiness
in his othwerwise warm tone. ————the metalic cage on his face.
that feture detones recognition ; igniting a somewhat E R A S E D
memory. this time ; however ; she feels as if she should be wary.
the doctor’s trapped. she’s alone. ) ❝ do wish i could say ‘nice to
see you again, cyber thingy’, but i’d rather ask how & why is it
that i’m seeing you again ❞
there’s still that sass she has that he’s been so keen to pick up
on, of course perhaps being keen has nothing to do with it this
is what she seems to want him to see. because under that he
senses vulnerability. but she does know how to strike him. cyber
thingy. OH how very, very ( for lack of a better word ) CLEVER of
her. he grits his teeth the smallest bit in A N N O Y A N C E.
❝ i’ll answer your questions when you learn that my name is
mister clever and that you should address me as such. ❞