[ synthmama: ] || quinn
Her mouth presses into a line; browline raised, as she gives a small nod to that. Admittedly – it’s always an eye-opener to see how it’s like being on the other side of the table.
“Just so we’re on the same page – I was a civilian before all of this, and that was a pretty fuckingbig deathclaw that crawled out of that sewer grate. My learning curve is a little different from your old pal.”
[ cortana disliked that. ]
“ really? then i would think a civilian such as yourself would consider heeding to a warning & follow the order. ” her response gave a slight raise of aggression. she understood the concept between civilians & military personnel: yet in times of war ( & given the outcome of it ) the two seemed to mix with every human being now armed, martial law no longer guiding. cortana was designed to protect not just her partner --- but EVERYONE around her.
she was so used to giving john guidance, so used to having make constant split second decisions & calculations it wasn’t any thought that one day the AI could crash from it all ( if she hadn’t before ). “ look ---- i’m just, doing my job. never exactly done ‘freelancing’ before. i assumed you had a military background, you act like one. ”














