>>5895817That's.
That's the bloodsucking robot from before.
It's a bit more cleaned up. Scratches on its paint job from its prior use still remain, but it now has a polished sheen. The curtain that drapes from its face has a moist shine, the moisture trickling down to a reservoir in its collar. You assume that's one of the more polite ways it feeds.
"SALUTATIONS; L2 STORMWATCH AGENT, FIONA JARNAFELDT," it speaks, rising to its feet. "APOLOGIES FOR MY EARLIER BEHAVIOR. THIS MODEL IS TRAINED TO OPERATE IN TARGET RICH ENVIRONMENT."
However nice the room is, you fail to notice with the death machine walking over to the <span class="mu-i">wet bar.</span> It grabs a glass and a shaker to set them into a clear space in the middle.
"WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DRINK?"
>Maybe you don't need to bring the Red Dogs after all, you can go to the place by yourself and leave them with their murderous robobutler. You want to get as far away from that thing during its "rehabilitation and reeducation" phase until it's certified to not try and kill random people.>Tell the machine no and go follow Billy into the deeper into the residence, you don't want to be left alone with that thing>Politely sit down and have it make you a drink (write in what kind) 