"Hey there. Are you okay?"
dumm-ee
Dummy turned away from the girl, hugging his knees to his chest and refusing to say a word. They were worried, why should they be? Why should anyone worry about the hunk of metal. You’d think after his whole life under Tony's insults that he would be able to take such things, but even his creator had never been so cruel.
"Hey, it's alright... I don't bite. Are you lost? Listen, come into the shop. I can get you some cocoa on the house while we figure out where your folks are." The young woman continued undeterred, her voice warm, gentle. "I'm Matilda. What's your name?"












