[Her ears dip lower, her brow tightening as she struggles to discern just where that reaction came from. Uprights can be so odd at times, and absurdly prudish; perhaps he'll relax once he sees there's nothing to worry about. She's made friends with the little robots (as much as one can be friends with them, at any rate), so clearly, she only needs to be a good example for him to follow.
Yes, that's what she wants to do. She wants to help. He wanted to get into the party, and he needs her help. It's as simple and straightforward as that.
She follows him into the spa, the tailorbot beeping from the little corner it's made in the lobby. There's an array of fabrics and embellishments on display, coming in all the colors one could think of. While some of the patterns could be charitably described as unusual, most are surprisingly tasteful for Anchor's usual fare. She stoops before the robot, putting a hand on it and giving it a friendly pat.]
Qubit would like a new outfit, please. Something in green, perhaps? And I would like something vibrant and bright.
[The tailorbot beeps a few more times, skittering into one of the side rooms; normally for massages, they apparently serve as storage at the moment. It returns, its lower half extended so that it stands at nearly Qubit's height, two garments hanging from its mechanical arms. It rolls back to Elleru and offers her the selections: one for Qubit, and the other for her. Setting aside the dress, Elleru holds up the first, eyeing it and trying to see how it compares to Qubit's frame.]
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Yes, that's what she wants to do. She wants to help. He wanted to get into the party, and he needs her help. It's as simple and straightforward as that.
She follows him into the spa, the tailorbot beeping from the little corner it's made in the lobby. There's an array of fabrics and embellishments on display, coming in all the colors one could think of. While some of the patterns could be charitably described as unusual, most are surprisingly tasteful for Anchor's usual fare. She stoops before the robot, putting a hand on it and giving it a friendly pat.]
Qubit would like a new outfit, please. Something in green, perhaps? And I would like something vibrant and bright.
[The tailorbot beeps a few more times, skittering into one of the side rooms; normally for massages, they apparently serve as storage at the moment. It returns, its lower half extended so that it stands at nearly Qubit's height, two garments hanging from its mechanical arms. It rolls back to Elleru and offers her the selections: one for Qubit, and the other for her. Setting aside the dress, Elleru holds up the first, eyeing it and trying to see how it compares to Qubit's frame.]