... Bright. The girl is bright - her hair is so yellow, and long - it reminds her of 6O. It's familiar, the yellow, even if the only time 2B ever saw the operator, her colour had been bled dry by the Bunker's overly white, overly bright lighting. She still knows - yellow is a colour to be associated with 6O, and operators in general.
It's a fond color - it brings a slight smile to her face, only barely there, only if one knows where to look - and to see it here, at this mechanic's shop, makes her feel as if this is a good omen.
That would, of course, require 2B believe in omens, in karma, in fate and its like, and she's not sure she does, but it would - she thinks - be nice to. She doesn't want to trust her body to an unknown person - she doesn't want to risk her maintenance - but without anyone she knows here, she has no option.
Her left arm remains at her side, as she navigates the world with only her right.
Despite the slight happiness she had genuinely felt at the blonde head of hair, her voice remains clipped - and slightly worried - when she speaks.
"Are you familiar with the maintenance of androids?"
"Unit 2B requires assistance." Pod 042 hovers around her, like an anxious mother hen, and she thinks it might actually be anxious.
