spots him. She rolls her eyes to herself, and makes her way over to get him down.

limp on the pile, head lolled to one side. He's obviously not on.

no idea how to turn him on. She's good at destroying androids, not fixing them. She starts to prod around his face, fingers feeling around the back of his neck. She's ripped out wires from that place before,_

_maybe there might be an on switch...

turns on when she brushes the switch, slowly blinking awake. He's not in the best nick.

props him up against the wall, and shifts back. She sits patiently on the floor, waiting for him to boot up. Hm...he seems to be in crappy shape...

Boots up eventually, rubbing the side of his head. He looks around, trying to locate where he is and who with. 'Ma'am?'

watching him carefully. "So a bad fight then?"

rubs the side of his head, 'Probably... I blacked out after he whacked me over the head...' He looks to the rubbish heap, 'I guess they threw me away, huh?' He looks half way between upset and relieved.

shrugs. "I guess. But now you have your freedom that you'd wanted, right?"

Shrugs, 'Not gonna really be able to do much Hun. It's like telling someone they're unemployed from a crappy job after a car crash.' She really didn't like robots, did she?

doesn't. At all. "I know a place. They'll fix you right up...can you stand?" Alfred seemed nice enough to help him get fixed up...or at least ask the owner of the shop to.

Shakes his head, 'I'd rather not accept the pity of someone who hates me because I was made, rather than born.'

hums. "Well it's not pity. But if you don't want the help then fine. If you decide you want it, but not from me..." What name had Alfred said? "Go find Kiku. He's very good at repairing androids."