[ the identical voice makes him stiffen for a moment, recalling all too well his copy at cyberlife headquarters. he rises to his feet a moment later, turning and then blinking in mild, puzzled interest at what's revealed to him.
his glance flickers from the model number to the jacket itself, then up to the identical face. ]
Ah, so you're the mass-production model. [ if the insult bothers him, it certainly doesn't show-- he's had much worse from people like, say, detective reed. instead, he adjusts his tie, then offers a slightly crooked smile. ] Shall we find our way back?
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his glance flickers from the model number to the jacket itself, then up to the identical face. ]
Ah, so you're the mass-production model. [ if the insult bothers him, it certainly doesn't show-- he's had much worse from people like, say, detective reed. instead, he adjusts his tie, then offers a slightly crooked smile. ] Shall we find our way back?