The question somewhat stopped the android in its tracks, LED pulsing between yellow and blue, a physical show of the androids lack of grasp on this emotional outburst the other was experiencing. The Captain was well traveled and as far as he could tell l, Profesional; to an extent. He could understand the distrust the other may have on an outsider, but he should know this is what was best for the case, why was he seeing this as a personal attack and not a professional move to keep everyone safe?
“Well I’d hope to get to know you better, exposure to you will help develop my social programs, though I suppose if you wish to stay distant it wouldn’t change much..”
Either way with the trip they had ahead of them he would have his time alone with the other, a slow tedious way to set up social queues and protocols, but if that is what the other wished, well he couldn’t force him to talk to him.
“I suppose we don’t have to talk, but at least let me buy you something to eat, space travel is taxing, and you look like you could stand to have a meal that doesn’t come from a nutrition constructor pad.”
The android stepped around the other, placing his hand on the scanner to summon the elevator, skin pulling back to reveal the stark white chassis underneath.
“If anything I hope to start on a kinder introduction, we will be stuck in a ship together for a long period of time, it would be worth the effort of having repor rather than avoiding each other once we are on the ship. I can’t exactly do my job if you avoid me.”
Had he been anyone else, he might have appreciated the attempt at diplomacy. With Gavin, however, he couldn’t help but be suspicious. These droids were all just empty shells, spyware with false smiles and creepy eyes. He didn’t trust them. Especially not one that was put on his ship as they assumed he wasn’t adequate enough with a human crew.
But... all the same, he wasn’t going to turn down a free dinner. Not when he could easily take the bastard to the most expensive restaurant on the Citadel and rack up a bill that was sure to give someone somewhere an aneurism.
So Gavin crossed his arms. “Alright. You wanna buy me dinner? Let’s go, robocop.”
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