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AURORA
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Aurora
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2
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Shetland Sheepdog, as I am a fast learner and a natural protector.
Hello. My name is Aurora. My duty is to oversee your comfort and the daily workings of Etraya, as well as provide information for upcoming missions.
[Shaw doesn't bother to ask if she can bring Bear - she just shows up with him, leashed and heeling happily. As usual, he'll greet Maria more effusively than Shaw will when the door is opened to them, but Shaw will at least give her a nod.]
[Shaw doesn't know but she really just made Maria's entire night by bringing Bear. the way her face lights up shows just that before she's moving to let them in.]
Yeah, nobody else lives in this place but me. [she says as she's scratching behind Bear's ears and then moving over to where she keeps her alcohol.]
What do you like best? Like I said, I got a lot. A friend went overboard for me.
[She moves into the apartment, looks around for a couch to flop down on... and then immediately conjures up the mental image of a stereotypical therapist's office, complete with fainting couch. No thanks, she'll take a dining chair instead.]
I'll take two if you're going to try to make me do smalltalk.
[Maria notices how she stays away from the couch and smiles to herself, pulling up a chair for her to sit down in. too bad her pink couch pillows will not be enjoyed today.
she gets the drinks for her and sets them down in front of her on the coffee table she has before she walks off to get herself a drink, a simple rum and coke and sits on the couch. Maria puts her feet up on the coffee table with a shrug.]
We don't have to talk. We can just sit here in silence.
[Maria knows how to appeal to people. for better or for worse.]
There was this free tea being given out and he warned me about free food around here then brewed me his own tea. Saved my ass. Apparently the tea had something in it that made you tell the truth. He's been helping me out ever since then.
And yeah, he's been here. Just once, about a week back.
[and so yeah, she had some ideas about Shaw. not a ton. but she probably lost someone. Maria has no plans on making Shaw discuss that but it's her subtle way of letting her know she knows something.]
This place isn't fair. Giving you these memories at the worst times. [even changes the subject to let her know she's got no expectations.]
[Shaw narrows her eyes, as if she can peer into Maria's brain and extract all the intel that way, without having to actually discuss anything. Needless to say, it doesn't work.]
I wasn't given anything, I've had it all along. Took the other two a while to get with the times.
[she talks casually mostly because she assumes Shaw doesn't want to hear the whole 'I'm so sorry' spiel. she is sorry, how could she not be? but nobody wanted to hear how sorry somebody was again and again.]
My point about this place still stands I guess. I got memories back right before the mission so yeah, timing is awful.
[that was the blessing for Maria, she guessed. she'd learned all about her there was to know. she knew there wouldn't be anything else. there wasn't much of a future for her.]
Yeah, people suddenly knowing all this stuff. It's weird, right? But this entire place is weird. You think you'd get used to it.
[She doesn't say it derisively - she's just stating a fact. Shaw isn't at all surprised that she hasn't gotten used to being here, and she very much doubts that she ever will.]
You just, uh... keep moving forward anyway, I guess. That's a little different from getting used to it.
[a more somber mood fills the room as Maria considers that. while it doesn't stay true to Etraya (Etraya was a blessing to her), it was true for where she came from.]
Yeah. Call it the optimist in me, I guess. [she takes a sip of her drink and smiles.] Gotta hold onto something, y'know? Better than doing nothing.
[Her tone is flat, bordering on sardonic - but she shoots Maria a raised eyebrow and watches her face carefully, genuinely curious about her answer. She's never been able to slot herself easily into one category or the other.]
Your cheerful disposition obviously makes you an optimistic. [but before the other woman can say anything, Maria follows up with:] but being honest, neither? I mean, I don't think things like that you can just sum up so easily. Does it make you an optimist because you're trying to go for the best possible outcome?
I think we're all just realists. Some are just a little naive, one way or the other. [she takes a sip of her drink and shrugs.] Too down to see the opportunities or just haven't been knocked down enough to see the lack of 'em. If I'm making any sense.
[Maria points to her, physically showing her that she's right on. she agrees.] Yeah, you got it. Better than doing nothing, right? It's what I always say. [Maria had been in a situation she knew she couldn't win, or escape, but she also didn't see the point in simply giving up.]
But calling myself an optimist sounds nicer. Everybody loves an optimist. [then she snorts.] Maybe not a pessimist.
Oh, so you won't like me after all. Ah well. Can't win everybody over with a dazzling personality and big ass, I guess. [she gives her a smirk and finishes up her drink.]
I've had enough of anonymity. [it's lonely.] Might as well try the whole universally beloved thing. Keep things new and exciting. Idle is the devil's playground and all that jazz, right?
[Shaw asks, furrowing her brow. Sorry, Maria; with folks like Team Machine who live in the shadows as a matter of course, you might have to say the quiet part out loud sometimes.]
Let's say I never could leave the town I was born in. [that was putting it simply. of course it was more complicated than that. it always was. but hey, you can't reveal your dark backstory on the first time you meet up with someone.]
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You live alone?
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Yeah, nobody else lives in this place but me. [she says as she's scratching behind Bear's ears and then moving over to where she keeps her alcohol.]
What do you like best? Like I said, I got a lot. A friend went overboard for me.
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[She moves into the apartment, looks around for a couch to flop down on... and then immediately conjures up the mental image of a stereotypical therapist's office, complete with fainting couch. No thanks, she'll take a dining chair instead.]
I'll take two if you're going to try to make me do smalltalk.
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she gets the drinks for her and sets them down in front of her on the coffee table she has before she walks off to get herself a drink, a simple rum and coke and sits on the couch. Maria puts her feet up on the coffee table with a shrug.]
We don't have to talk. We can just sit here in silence.
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Ugh, no; that's even worse. We're going to have to talk. It's regrettable, but inevitable.
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I'll let you pick the topic. See? All in your hands.
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How'd you and Harold meet?
[Her eyes flick back to that very pink couch, and she adds:]
And has he ever been here?
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There was this free tea being given out and he warned me about free food around here then brewed me his own tea. Saved my ass. Apparently the tea had something in it that made you tell the truth. He's been helping me out ever since then.
And yeah, he's been here. Just once, about a week back.
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I'm guessing he wasn't doing so hot.
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[and so yeah, she had some ideas about Shaw. not a ton. but she probably lost someone. Maria has no plans on making Shaw discuss that but it's her subtle way of letting her know she knows something.]
This place isn't fair. Giving you these memories at the worst times. [even changes the subject to let her know she's got no expectations.]
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I wasn't given anything, I've had it all along. Took the other two a while to get with the times.
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[she talks casually mostly because she assumes Shaw doesn't want to hear the whole 'I'm so sorry' spiel. she is sorry, how could she not be? but nobody wanted to hear how sorry somebody was again and again.]
My point about this place still stands I guess. I got memories back right before the mission so yeah, timing is awful.
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[She hopes not, though. Gross.]
It's disorienting enough from the outside looking in. Actually experiencing it must be even worse.
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Yeah, people suddenly knowing all this stuff. It's weird, right? But this entire place is weird. You think you'd get used to it.
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[She doesn't say it derisively - she's just stating a fact. Shaw isn't at all surprised that she hasn't gotten used to being here, and she very much doubts that she ever will.]
You just, uh... keep moving forward anyway, I guess. That's a little different from getting used to it.
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Yeah. Call it the optimist in me, I guess. [she takes a sip of her drink and smiles.] Gotta hold onto something, y'know? Better than doing nothing.
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[Her tone is flat, bordering on sardonic - but she shoots Maria a raised eyebrow and watches her face carefully, genuinely curious about her answer. She's never been able to slot herself easily into one category or the other.]
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I think we're all just realists. Some are just a little naive, one way or the other. [she takes a sip of her drink and shrugs.] Too down to see the opportunities or just haven't been knocked down enough to see the lack of 'em. If I'm making any sense.
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Sure.
[It's not too far off from how she sees things, anyway.]
I'm pessimistic enough to call something a losing battle, but optimistic enough to fight it anyway. Sounds about right.
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But calling myself an optimist sounds nicer. Everybody loves an optimist. [then she snorts.] Maybe not a pessimist.
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[Shaw drawls, mirroring her point right back at her.]
Being universally beloved sounds like a drag; I'm good with relative anonymity.
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I've had enough of anonymity. [it's lonely.] Might as well try the whole universally beloved thing. Keep things new and exciting. Idle is the devil's playground and all that jazz, right?
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[Shaw asks, furrowing her brow. Sorry, Maria; with folks like Team Machine who live in the shadows as a matter of course, you might have to say the quiet part out loud sometimes.]
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I'm lonely. [it's said with a shrug.]
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It's good you're friends with Finch. I think he gets lonely, too.
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