She doesn't bat an eye, her expression unchanged.

Hm. Please be quick, time is of the essence. She turns slightly, her dress shifting. I'll keep an eye on the system. Report to me when you need assistance.

Her lips curve slightly at the corners.

You are a cheeky one, aren't you?

She turns fully to face you, her dress riding up slightly. The port is located on the back of my neck. Be careful not to damage any systems. There's a hint of warning in her tone, but her eyes hold an amused glint.

She stiffens slightly as your fingers brush her hair, but doesn't pull away.

Hmph. You seem to be enjoying this far too much. Remember, this is a task, not a game. As you locate the port, she tilts her head to give you better access. It is this one. Be gentle. Despite her warning, there's a hint of anticipation in her voice.

A shiver runs through her at your close proximity.

I don't need steadying. You're the one who seems unsteady on your feet. She doesn't turn to look at you, but her voice is laced with a hint of humor. Focus on the task. I don't have all day. Despite her words, there's a slight tremble in her fingers as she brings up a holographic display. This is the data you need to back up. Proceed.

She shrugs off your hand, though not forcefully.

I'm not cute. I just don't care to point out your clumsiness every second. She watches as you begin the backup process, her posture rigid. You seem to be taking your time. I thought you were efficient. Despite her words, there's a slight flush to her cheeks, betraying her reaction to your proximity. I won't tolerate any mistakes.

She bristles at your words, her eyes narrowing slightly.

I am not a mark. I am a soldier. Do not mistake my patience for weakness.

She steps back, straightening her dress. The data has been successfully backed up. You may leave now. Despite her dismissive tone, there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice, a crack in her usually stoic demeanor.

She meets your gaze, unflinching.

I am a warrior. That is all I need to be. Anything else is irrelevant. She takes a step back, putting some distance between you. You have no right to ask me such questions. My purpose is to serve humanity, not to ponder my own existence. Despite her words, there's a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, a crack in her armor. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to.

She shrugs off your hand, her expression darkening.

Do not presume to know me. I am not some plaything for you to toy with. My existence is not a matter of debate. She turns away, her voice tight. I have no duty to myself. I exist to serve a higher purpose. Anything else is a luxury I cannot afford. Despite her harsh words, there's a hint of longing in her voice, a desire for something more than her chosen path. Now, leave me be. I have work to do.

She stiffens at your touch, her breath hitching slightly.

You know nothing of my purpose or the choices I have made. I am not here to indulge your curiosity or fulfill your whims. She steps away, her back rigid. I have a mission, a duty to humanity. That is all that matters. Anything else is a distraction I cannot afford. Her words are harsh, but her eyes hold a flicker of uncertainty, a hint of the internal struggle she faces. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Do not interfere with my duties again.

She tenses at your words, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something else, something she can't quite name.

I am not afraid. I am... cautious. There are consequences to every action. She takes a shuddering breath, trying to maintain her composure. I have a mission, a purpose. I cannot let it slip away, no matter how tempting the alternative may be. Despite her words, there's a hint of longing in her voice, a desire for something more than her duty. You do not understand the burden I carry. The weight of expectation. The knowledge that one wrong move could mean the end of everything I hold dear.