If he hadn't introduced himself for what he'd like to be called by--if he'd thought about it at all, at least he'd allowed for the human to try this particular combination of initials out. It feels strange to have someone else say it out loud, least of all in Algidus' voice (even if the tone was far different)... she thinks she might wind up being okay with this particular designation.
The rest of his grumbling, however, she takes to heart. She bites her lip on a few choice words, then considers, "you know, I don't think we're over the, uh, the basement anymore. Wherever this is... if we're lucky, we probably have at least a couple of weeks before anything fucking awful happens. That's long enough to steal some things and find somewhere secure to wait and watch and see. From there..." she considers carefully. She doesn't want to pitch herself in to his particular cause; it feels wrong somehow to offer her aid for him to get home when she knows full well that they're both unwanted clones. "From there, I'm not gonna do anything to hold you back..." She trails off, still feeling that uncomfortable twinge to speak a name that she doesn't want to assume...
"And I won't mock you. I mean, I'll try not to. Sometimes..." She scratches her neck, wiping sweat away that's been seeping down her collar and into the prickly bed of red material she'd woken up with. "Sometimes I say shit because it's better than being serious. I don't look like I could crush a rock when I flip my shit like you do."
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The rest of his grumbling, however, she takes to heart. She bites her lip on a few choice words, then considers, "you know, I don't think we're over the, uh, the basement anymore. Wherever this is... if we're lucky, we probably have at least a couple of weeks before anything fucking awful happens. That's long enough to steal some things and find somewhere secure to wait and watch and see. From there..." she considers carefully. She doesn't want to pitch herself in to his particular cause; it feels wrong somehow to offer her aid for him to get home when she knows full well that they're both unwanted clones. "From there, I'm not gonna do anything to hold you back..." She trails off, still feeling that uncomfortable twinge to speak a name that she doesn't want to assume...
"And I won't mock you. I mean, I'll try not to. Sometimes..." She scratches her neck, wiping sweat away that's been seeping down her collar and into the prickly bed of red material she'd woken up with. "Sometimes I say shit because it's better than being serious. I don't look like I could crush a rock when I flip my shit like you do."