The thought of John being a damsel in distress make the man’s face break in to a rather odd grin. He looks as though he is trying to stifle a laugh and is thinking about defending John’s image as a man. But, he just chuckles instead and offers a shrug. “Let’s just say we make an interesting team.” Not too much information, but it spoke levels for how much the two bantered and the like.
Dorian is uncertain if offering the information about deputizing was a good thing or not. It was the woman’s own decision to make, not his. She could do with her downtown and so forth as she wished. Though the thought of her moving about with precision, much like his own, was actually comforting. From what he remembered of the military — or had at ‘hand’ — they were not unlike synthetics, aside from the fact they were human.
"Nanobyte?" The ‘bot almost chokes on the word. His eyes are instantly darting over the woman’s form. It was usually a ground rule for Dorian that if the person was not a suspect or of interest to a case he would not pry. But the lights on the side of his face are instantly lighting up against his better judgement.
"That technology hasn’t been used in years," he muses. "How are you—" Walking around? How are you not being looked after? Even more so: how was she in the military if she had been an experiment? Though, that in itself was probably the answer.
She watched the other’s facial features change, trying hard not to laugh. Not the kind of condescending laughter she was used to, but like she’d see between close friends or siblings. The type of smile she saw on her mother and father’s faces before… Neri shook her head, refusing to deal with that situation.
"It’s been roughly 55 years in my case. Ancient by now, long forgotten to most." Many abandoned the technology in the favor of androids. They wanted to make them as human as possible and devoted time and energy into that.
Technically the public wasn’t supposed to know about her. But, Dorian had said he was a police officer. That made him removed from the public. “Born with the technology as part of my DNA. It has its own set of challenges, but the benefits so far outweigh the cons.”
There weren’t many that asked him of what he liked or disliked. Even more reason to enjoy this conversation. Dorian shows an expression of contentment, all but setting up for his reply. “It’s what I do. — So I guess I like it. Mainly helping people. … Like my Partner.” The last bit is said in a rather offhand manner. He was attempting to be amusing more so than totally truthful.
Upon the shift of the woman’s own demeanor, the synthetic is canting his head and furrowing both brows. An expression of curiosity and concern. “You could get deputized rather easily by the Governor of California. It’s been done before in other States.” He had such knowledge at his metaphorical finger tips, but with the way the other continues, he figures that this course is not the one she wishes to take.
"Genetics?" He questions. "I don’t mean to pry. — But care to elaborate?"
"Well there’s doing the job required and liking what you do. Not everyone enjoys their job, but they work for various reasons." There was a story there, definitely. It was her nature to want to know more, but she knew better than to pry too far. But the comment begged a question be asked. "I take it your partner’s in need of help often?"
She considered what Dorian told her. She hadn’t thought of that before, just been focused on occupying her time. “Never really thought of that. Then again, I didn’t think I’d be on down time so long.” She was starting to get excited. If this worked out, she could put her skills to actual use, help others out.
"Hmm? Oh. Yeah." Neri lowered her voice and looked to him, making her lip movements as clear as possible. She didn’t need too many hearing about what she was about to tell him. "What I can tell you is I have nanobyte technology in my body. Government experiment while advancing the field of robotics." She was ‘made’ before the ban on this sort of technology was put into place. It was that and the fact she was a member of the Black Ops that permitted her continued existence.
He liked this one. She had a good, solid sense of humor that could match up to his own. Dorian throws the woman a very amused look and attempts to hide a grin behind his hand; absently rubbing at his mouth as if to get rid of some sort of nonexistent itch.
To what she describes, it sounds just like his answer to her question. “I’m a cop.” The blandest of replies, but that was all that he could really offer. From what he gathered, she knew exactly what he was and could care less. To be considered like anyone else, to be a simple cop, that was all that really matter. Not being treated differently.
"And from the sound of it, might fit your criteria. But, I’d have to advise against having your first case be a personal one."
She continued to watch him with a friendly smile on her face. Her training taught her to always be on guard, even among friends. Neri had taught herself to give the appearance of being relaxed but keep her senses on alert. Granted there were tells she was always tense, but the majority of the population had no clue.
"Sounds like an exciting job to have. Do you like it?" From the few times she’d skirted around police investigations, it looked to be a lesser version of what she did on various missions.
Neri nodded to him. “That’s sound advice. Though if anything was to be done, it would probably need to be done immediately. Training and the like.” She tilted her head, wondering what it would be like to go through a police academy. Might be pretty interesting. “Hmm… perhaps not. I- I have a unique set of genetics.”
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To suggest that all of which she was trained in was not much, is an understatement. Dorian snorts, showing that he was both impressed by the woman’s abilities but not so much at how she was going about skirting around them. If he could whistle in this situation, he would, bu it might be taken as an offense.
"You’d have to kill me, right?" It’s an idiom that he knows and understands well enough. Her secrets were her own and he was not about to pry. "Well, you are very capable of any sort of physical work that uses your knowledge to the advantage. — Question is: is that what you want?"
It was nice to not be able to get the sensations from Dorian that she normally got around others. One of the benefits of dealing with synthetic individuals over human ones. Without the emotional cues, she relied on watching his nuances and body language.
Neri laughed and nodded. “Sadly that cliche is true. And I’d hate to have to end your existence.” There weren’t many like him left active. Sure there were some who could carry conversation but it wasn’t the same. ”I want a few things that are pretty impossible. Find my parents’ murderers, do something to actually help others that puts my skills to good use. What is it you do if you don’t mind me asking.”
"Ms. D’Argent," he replies. The synthetic instantly takes the other’s hand, making certain to be semi delicate but to not offend the other given the line of work she just specified. Dorian was far from surprised, but actually intrigued. "Name’s Dorian."
At the mention of a new line of work, the ‘bot cocks his head. It wasn’t usually what those in the military did, but who was he to tell the woman what to do. “Anything that you are proficient in aside from military work” — as vague as that sounded — “and starting up conversations?”
"A pleasure to meet you Dorian." This was a little awkward, but given the fact that she was used to far weirder. Dealt with far more than just bots and the like. Hell, she herself was different.
Neri chuckled and gave a shrug. “Not overly much. Trained in hand-to-hand combat, know a few languages, can sing and have empathic capabilities. Oh, and the military training. Special Ops… but I can’t say more than that.”