The androids blushed, her black blood filling her cheeks. She was like as if a silent movie star had stepped into the real world.
"Oh," she murmured simply, flashing a coy smile, "I try my best."
When speaking normally, her voice was low, and tinged with a mysterious, continental-sounding accent.
It sometimes made Arma a little sad to receive compliments like this. Of course she had golden pipes, as they had been specifically synthesized before she was born. Anything she was good at was merely a checked box on an order form. These were small thoughts, though, felt less in the moment and more in the shower later.
"Do you find yourself in here often?" the alien woman asked, leaning one elbow on the bar. Arma felt a flash of worry as the envelope she was waiting for was already five minutes late, but talking to someone shushed the concern. This stranger seemed polite, and not scary to talk to, so she wanted to see what his story was. "Forgive me, but you look like you're up past your bedtime."