She is staring at her reflection, touching her faceplates and frame. How light scars have become, thanks to excellent welding, and how some blend with edges of the seams. Small scratches and dents become alive in different angles of light.
' Pretty face. They didn't take you seriously back then. Some, not even now. But you made it... even if your model isn't forged to endure... it isn't forged to be torn, humiliated, hit or burnt... you made them swallow their words. You're more than a pretty face and... companion...'














