He suspects a violation of the rules, then. That is logical, given his function, yet... Arid isn't totally sure a zealous attention to protocol matches what she's observed of the lieutenant.
"There is an alternative possibility," she offers, after they've moved aside to let a gaggle of costumed trick-or-treaters past on their hunt for residents offering candy. "The ship itself may possess an AI who oversees its maintenance. Like a domestic Butler unit, transferring its consciousness into lesser appliances as needed."
Not that that's going to stop her from questioning whoever is lurking in this maintenance vent. Arid half raises a hand when the bot behind the tiny door shuts it in their faces, but her annoyance swiftly turns into confusion at the magic trick occurring behind them. True, they've seen some strange technology around this ship, but this is... new. And more importantly, unhelpful.
"What...?" Arid steps closer to scan the bowl. Are... are they being charged just to talk to these little droids?
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"There is an alternative possibility," she offers, after they've moved aside to let a gaggle of costumed trick-or-treaters past on their hunt for residents offering candy. "The ship itself may possess an AI who oversees its maintenance. Like a domestic Butler unit, transferring its consciousness into lesser appliances as needed."
Not that that's going to stop her from questioning whoever is lurking in this maintenance vent. Arid half raises a hand when the bot behind the tiny door shuts it in their faces, but her annoyance swiftly turns into confusion at the magic trick occurring behind them. True, they've seen some strange technology around this ship, but this is... new. And more importantly, unhelpful.
"What...?" Arid steps closer to scan the bowl. Are... are they being charged just to talk to these little droids?