Unable to hide his suprise, Murdoc eyed his creation up and down. How many years had it been since the whole Plastic Beach fiasco? He’d counted on her being at the bottom of the ocean with the rest of the rubbish… It would have only made sense, considering he hadn’t seen her since then.
And yet here she was.
He didn’t know whether to laugh that she’d had survived, or pull out a gun to defend himself. Hadn’t she gone crazy?? Had she been hunting him all these years??
There was no need for brash decisions just yet, however, and so he merely smiled pleasantly at her.
"Now tha’s what I like to hear. I’m amazed you’re still in one piece. Nuts and bolts still in place, not a scratch on you…
Pretty as the day I pulled your parts out of their boxes;
Am I a genius or am I a genius?”
He praised himself for the continued survival of his little science experiment. Simply marvelous;
"Have a seat, love, let’s talk a while. Yeh?"
"Well, considering you ran off and left me behind, I guess it's good to see you too."
The cyborg watches her creator suspiciously as she walks forward to where she would sit across from him, her thin leg folding over the other almost perfectly. Almost.
"The man who found me rebuilt me and gave me new life. I owe him more than you. Regardless, how have you been? Good I hope."
Her voice was cold as she spoke, a small metallic ring could be heard behind her voice. Not as automated as it used to be. Nor did she look like a child anymore.
"I've been great on the other hand. I have a good job, had a boyfriend, still keeping in touch with the rest of the band."
