Alive. Okay. Missy, you’re okay. You’re alive, aren’t you?
The android found herself a bit lost in her thoughts as she was escorted
through the Detroit Police precinct. Following her meet & greet after her
concert was over, the android had been grabbed. Not one, not twice, but
three times before she’d toppled over. A part of Missy’s show dress was
ripped, while a barrette she held in her hand was broken from the
encounter.
Already, her self-repairing was ridding itself of the rest of the evidence.
It wasn’t as though she could do anything about that, much her her dismay.
Her hair had repaired itself, no longer appearing disheveled from being
pulled, while there were still the remnants of her face hitting the concrete.
It was partially repaired, but it looked to be taking its time fixing itself.
She must’ve been low on thirium, or... something.
It wouldn’t be long before it would be done repairing itself, however.
Despite everything, however, Missy managed to keep the picture perfect
smile across her expression, speaking to the officers with a joyful tone.
She didn’t want to smile. She wanted to cry, and beg never to be touched
by another human for as long as she was alive, but knew full well how
that would go. The last thing in life she needed was for her handlers to
catch her like that, or to hear about it from an officer.
She had to keep under control.
“Interrogation room’s being used right now. Just stay here until they’re
done, all right?”
“Of course. I’ll be right here,” She’d been placed near the other androids.
As though she’d stay out of the way that way. It wasn’t as though she
had much of a choice, however. So, she stood there in her typical idling
position, with her hands holding onto one another. Looking around the
room, she would at least busy herself with trying to calm herself down.