Another day, another portal. This time it seemed that Angel had ended up in an antique shop of sorts. It was quite pretty, with lots of old furniture, knicknacks, and anything else one could think of. She couldn't help looking at everything that caught her eye, until she spotted the robot woman sitting on one of the chairs. "Oh... h-hello there!" she smiled, though it was a little nervous. "What's your name?"
Spoons was in her fourth hour of working through a crossword puzzle. She knows she should know how to do this, but she just can’t work it out. Her entire body froze up. She couldn’t remember hearing the bell on the door. She tilted her head up to greet the Voice, but her voice quickly snapped off. Her jaw dropped slack, eyebrows raised.
She whipped her hand through the Sign of the Cross, then glowered down at the floor. “Awshit. Um. ..Hey Sug, I hope you ain’ ‘spectin’ me ta kneel, cuz my knees just gone offline an’ if I reboot righ’cheer at dis second, I might ain’t comin’ back!”