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[theresnodoor]

There's an interesting little group making their way toward the Cooper farm. It consists of three smallish dragons and what looks like an enormous ball of light.

No one's said much on the way back. For Rachel, it's out of frustration. They took it down and that's a victory, but they didn't get the father, the guy that started the whole thing, and that's making her tack it down as a failure.

But she'll mention that when they land.

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[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

Haro rotates until its two little red eyes are facing Rachel. They blink on and off in a regular pattern as it speaks. "Nice to meet you! Nice to meet you!"

"He says everything twice," Neil explains, a little apologetically. "I think it's a programming quirk. There aren't many like him in the world-- my world-- so it's a little hard to tell."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel nods, looking at once unnerved and amused at the little thing. She doesn't have much experience with robots, just the Chee androids, so she's not exactly sure how she's supposed to treat it.

Other than to repeat it, anyway.

"Nice to meet you, too."

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"Haro's been making a lot of new friends lately."

That's a weird way to put it. Haro has, and Neil hasn't?

[theresnodoor]

If Rachel thinks it's weird, she doesn't comment. Of course a friendly robot makes friends easily - why wouldn't it?

She nods, still smiling a little at it. "It came over with you?"

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"No-- showed up a few days later, actually. Seems like every time I step foot out of Kansas, something useful flashes in to meet me."

Wry smile.

"I don't plan to count on that luck, though. And I won't be leaving the farm until Dynames is working again."

[theresnodoor]

"Dynames?"

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

He jerks his head at the big green robot.

"My mobile suit."

[theresnodoor]

Rachel is one of very few non-geeks that finds it totally normal for him to name his robot. She nods and puts most of her attention back on her fruit salad.

"Good luck," she says after a moment, out of a desire to move on, already starting to walk away.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."