[ There's the distinct temptation to locate his speech processor, but Derek just keeps his focus on actually important work. Even if it'd be blessedly quiet in comparison to the sassing that he's currently getting from an android that is more than blowing his mind. Besides, letting him talk gets him some interesting tidbits that give a little more insight about him and whoever might've made him.
Whoever might've made him had a poor sense of humor, or a cruel one. He's not sure which one yet.
Either way, this thing-- he's as human as a machine can get.
He looks up from under his brow and over his glasses at him, before scoffing softly and dropping his eyes back down. ] Something like that. People are still assassinated left and right just for breathing the same air as the big name businesses. [ He brings his hand up to put the end of his screwdriver at the corner of his mouth, muttering around it-- ] Brace, this might sting. [ -- before pulling out a chip. ]
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Whoever might've made him had a poor sense of humor, or a cruel one. He's not sure which one yet.
Either way, this thing-- he's as human as a machine can get.
He looks up from under his brow and over his glasses at him, before scoffing softly and dropping his eyes back down. ] Something like that. People are still assassinated left and right just for breathing the same air as the big name businesses. [ He brings his hand up to put the end of his screwdriver at the corner of his mouth, muttering around it-- ] Brace, this might sting. [ -- before pulling out a chip. ]