Scene #8478: Meet My New Robot Best Friend

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Petra Soroka	"--Like, he's a supervillain, obviously, but like, that doesn't mean he's a bad guy. He's sincere about helping me with stuff, he's interested in learning more about you and he'll treat you well, I'm pretty much certain, and like-- he's a roboticist, so he was interested in me being a-- metal, now, but he also respected my choice to want to go back to being human. So he's good! He's alright. He's good to me, and that's more than like, practically anyone else." Petra rambles to Angela while making her way to the Egg Carrier again. Rather than carrying her tablet in her pocket for an unstable, waist-height view, Petra holds it in both of her hands to talk with Angela approximately face to face. She turns the tablet around to point her camera towards the Egg Carrier in the sky, giving her a view of the enormous flying fortress. "It's cool, right? It's got everything on it, it's like, practically a city. There's a beach, and everything. He's really proud of it." Petra talks like she's proud of it too, by proxy, both of being associated with the grand construct, and also just of the passion poured into it, as if it's Eggman's project car that she doesn't quite understand the details of. After being let up into the bridge, and introducing Angela to Orbot, Cubot, and any other robots whose names she knows along the way, Petra holds the tablet over her head with the front facing towards Eggman, and waves with her other hand. "Hi, Doctor Eggman! This is Angela, my friend-- well, she's also my boss, but not at the same time, and right now I'm off work-- and she's also Lilian's friend." The reasoning behind that addition being necessary is mysterious and unstated. "Angela, this is Doctor Eggman, the greatest supervillain in the world."
Eggman	The Egg Carrier II really is practically a flying city, just...an empty one. There are no people here, and, aside from Cubot and Orbot, no intelligent robots, either. And yet it isn't lonely the way an empty city would be - not with the noise. There's so much noise aboard the Egg Carrier II it's almost sensory overload all on its own. From the whirring and clicking of countless industrial machines all moving hither and thither to the clackety-clacking of the monorail that runs entirely without passengers through the center of the ship to the beeping and booping of automated defenses, the ship simply feels alive, in a terrifyingly orderly way. Everything knows its proper place. Everything knows where it's supposed to be. Everything knows what it needs to do. There's no need for human direction here because this is a clock made to run on its own. And that's the way the clockmaker prefers it. Said clockmaker is currently in his gym, which Cubot and Orbot are happy to direct the girls to. Well, 'happy.' Cubot is happy. Orbot is his sullen, usual self as he leads the girls through the halls. "He brought a live horse up here," Orbot says forlornly, shaking his red-and-black head as he hovers along, "But guess who has to clean it up?" "It be us, mateys," Cubot says in a sharp pirate accent. Apparently, at some point, his voice chip got changed. Orbot nods weakly. "It's us." The girls are led down from the bridge into the midsection of the ship. The doors slide open to reveal a very literal pasture, with a false blue sky, false white clouds, a false sun, and very real grass. There, Eggman, dressed in equestrian fineries, is currently riding a horse in steeplechase, bounding over obstacles with Olympian grace. When he notices the door open, he wheels the horse around and trots it over to the girls. "Ah, my dear girl, this is the friend you were so excited for me to meet, is it?" He swings off the horse and slaps his riding crop into a gloved hand. "Charmed, I'm sure. Doctor Ivo Robotnik, alias Doctor Eggman." He holds out his hand before pausing. Then he snaps his fingers. "No, this won't do. Cubot, get me a Swatbot." "Aye, Cap'n," Cubot says with a salute before wandering off. "While we wait...tell me about yourself, my dear."
Angela	Angela can only visit Eggdad via the little tablet that Petra (or anyone else) carries and so... Angela is presently seated at a desk though due to the dimensions of the tablet, most of it is obscured for a closeup of Angela's face. Periodically, Angela's hands move like they're working on something. Bookbinding? Angela had told Petra that the work relaxes her in a way that her actual job does not. While Angela is accustomed to the sluggish world around her, precision work helps mitigate that some as deft, careful movements are more called for than a 1:1 speed ratio. She has learned the power of food and it is harder not easier to remain calm about how this is something that has been denied to her. Whether it is due to an inability of her parents to craft such a capacity, an unwillingness, or an uncaringness--she does not know but previous examples of such limitations certainly lends some suggestions. She is a little nervous about meeting Petra's mentor. What if Petra's mentor doesn't like her? Sure, they talked, but they haven't SEEN. She pulls back her hands from whatever it was she was working on to take a long look at the fortress. Her eyes widen at the scale of it. Such a structure feels like an impossibility in her world, a dark miracle perhaps--but a dark miacle is still a miracle. "I've never seen such a structure--let alone a structure like this that can fly. The power usage to keep it afloat must be terrifying to behold." Angela is polite to Orbot and Cubot and really any robot she meets even if they look goofy. If they're able to mantain a conversation, that's sapience enough for her. She is, lets face it, a bit more empathic to Orbot than Cubot but she is polite, introduces herself, and even inquires about their interests with a kind of quiet fascination--She has a similar attitude to people like Dragonfly whose frames don't really pass for 'human' but are still uniquely expressive. She doesn't get too far before Orbot mentions the horse. She feels a strong sense of empathy for Orbot and she says, softly, "I'm glad to meet you both." Angela is then turned to take a look at Doctor Eggman. She does have some idea of what he looks like (she is of the Concord and could just check a member profile) but she looks at him for a long moment (for her) and a few instants for most anyone else. A bad guy but not a bad guy. Petra has been a remarkable judge of character so far so she has no reason to doubt her. Sometimes she feels like a bit of a supervillain herself, after all. Maybe more than sometimes. "Doctor Eggman." Angela says, eyes partly opened as she dips her head. "The pleasure is mine. You have an impressive facility. Petra has told me much about you and we have, of course, conversed--but it is good to see you in person." She pauses before adding, "Well, face to face at least." She doesn't think twice about Petra adding 'And she's also Lilian's friend'. Eggman must just be fond of both Petra and Lilian. Nothing weird about that. So is Angela. Her eyes slant to the riding crop for a moment--the slap drew her attention--and then back up to Eggman's face. "Ah, well. My name is Angela. I am the secretary to the manager of L-Corp. I am designed to assist in managing numerous simultaneous catastrophes to ends that are beneficial to the Corporation's goals. I met Petra not too long ago. We had similar desires and worked together. I am grateful to her allowing me in assisting with that project. She is the best friend you could ask for." She ended up talking up Petra because it's a little more difficult to just go into the horrific realities of your own life even to a supervillain mentor. But she isn't lying about anything either.
Angela	"I...enjoy reading. And writing. I have only eaten one meal so far which was rather overwhelming but I enjoy that as well. I want to see the ocean in person some day."
Petra Soroka	Petra's eyes sparkle at the pasture and she only manages to hold herself back from rushing over to the horse for a few moments. A tendril of morphmetal reaches out from under her sleeve and detaches, levitating in the air, and then peels apart and weaves itself into an erratic net. Petra doesn't even look at the process while it's happening, and deposits Angela's tablet into the cradle, to free up both of her hands. She lets the horse sniff her hands, and then rubs its snout, cooing at it. "She's so pretty! What's her name? I used to go to an equestrian center all the time when I was a kid, with my parents, I loved horses. I wanted to be a horse trainer when I grew up, but really, basically every girl does." Petra doesn't even seem to register that this is for sport. Petra stays resolutely facing towards the horse while the beginning of Angela's introduction is praise towards her, fussing over it so she doesn't have to visibly acknowledge the compliments. The last part, though, draws her attention, and she looks back over her shoulder, then reaches out so the tablet falls back into her hand. "The ocean... that's so precious. We'll absolutely get you to the ocean some day. Oh--!" Petra turns to Eggman, excited. "Do you have the-- the thing I mentioned, last time? The surprise for Angela?"
Eggman	Orbot doesn't like his creator much. Angela can just Tell. He has that exact energy of the put-upon servant who really doesn't want to be here and wants to be doing anything else, but can't. Still, maybe he's just exhausted trying to keep up with the kind of genius who'd just make a horse pasture in the middle of an airship on a whim. "Her name?" Eggman pauses, then looks at the horse, then looks back at Petra. "I hadn't named her. Feel free to, if you want. You can take her - she's just riding practice for the Olympics." The horse very clearly likes Petra more than Eggman, too, but that's not shocking - Eggman isn't exactly a big fan of animals. Eggman's moustache bristles. "In person, you say. Yes, I do believe Petra mentioned something about you being unable to leave your facility..." He strokes his magnificent facial hair thoughtfully. "I do hate talking to a screen that can't move about. It's too troublesome." Cubot returns with a Swatbot - a tall grey-and-white machine with a spike on its domed head and a single eye. The machine stops in front of Eggman and salutes. Eggman reaches into it, tears it open, and with absolutely no delicacy rips out most of its innards. "Let's fix that," he says. It's impossible to follow what the mad genius does without being an equally mad genius. Motors and circuitry are completely rearranged as casually as if he was playing with legos. In moments the Swatbot has been transformed into a tripod of some sort, with a set of legs and a docking plug. Eggman gestures for Petra to put Angela's pad into the docking plug and turns around. "It's not a permanent solution," Eggman says as he grabs the horse's reins, "But at least while you're on board the Egg Carrier II, plugging your tablet into that walker will allow you to project a semisolid hologram using some of the ship's on-board systems, and the former Swatbot's sensory mechanisms will transmit tactile, olfactory, audio, and visual output properly through the connection." He leads the horse over to its pen and closes the door. "Let's go see my ocean, shall we? You've made my favorite student very happy, so I feel some desire to properly reward you for your effort. Cubot, Orbot, clean up this mess." Cubot snaps another salute and starts whistling a jaunty pirate tune as he sweeps up the remains of the Swatbot that didn't get recycled into Angela's new Egg Projector. Orbot grabs a pan and goes to deal with the horse. "Yes, that's the more permanent...I hesitate to say solution," Eggman says to Petra as they walk to the monorail, "But her surprise is ready if you'd like to take it with you."
Angela	Angela is strongly sympathetic to Orbot but she also can't really do much to improve Orbot's situation. Maybe some day she'll have half an inkling on how to improve Orbot's situation but some days your creator releases a beast that creates a huge mess and you just have to deal. That's robot life for you. Angela relaxes when the horse doesn't try to eat anyone. ''I do hate talking to a scree nthat can't move about.'' "My apologies," Angela says, because she is indeed built to be a secretary and sometimes that means apologizing convincingly for something that isn't really your fault. "Miss Dragonfly referred to me as something called a 'Facilitybound'." She THINKS she understands the term. She is a little unclear on the finer details even if, in effect, she is certainly bound to a facility. She turns her head, unable to prevent a brief smile flickering over Petra enjoying over the horse. "I didn't know you liked animals." Angela adds. In truth, she hasn't had a lot of experience with animals herself. Monsters, sure, but it's not like there's pets in the facility (not any that last long). She doesn't blush, but probably only because of a lack of blood. She turns her head and manages, "Ah... I would enjoy that. I've seen it through a screen, of course, and pictures but you don't really get to hear the waves too keenly, and I heard there is a particular smell...And the sensation of blowing wind..." She looks back to Eggman just as he rips open a Swatbot and tears it open and starts futzing around with it. Angela is not a mad genius at all and can't follow what he's doing. It'd be as equally obtuse to her if a little cartoon cloud was obscuring everything he was doing. The facilities have holograms but--semi solid holograms? Fear grips her once she realizes what Eggman is getting at. They're going to see the ocean. What if she doesn't LIKE the ocean? What if it overwhelms her and she starts screaming or insulting her creator again. She doesn't want to embarrass herself but the sensations with food were so strong she couldn't help but... Once she's plugged into the Swatbot--how Eggman does this with what's essentially a slightly more advanced ipad without any modifications to Angela herself is best not dwelled upon. Angela might be able to think a thousand times faster than most people but that doesn't mean she knows the first thing about what Eggman did. A semi-translucent Angela flickers out from the screen. Angela seems bewildered that this is even working but ultimately extends a hand to Eggman so she can properly shake his hand--if he so desires. "...This...works?" Angela says before grimacing at herself. "Apologies, Doctor. I should be accustomed to strange miracles." She does feel a little weird, and it doesn't feel quiiite like she was really there--but it is, as Eggman said, not intended to be a permanent solution. She smells horse. Her nose wrinkles briefly at the unexpected scent. "Surprise...?" She asks, fearing that an emotional moment may be unavoidable. "...Olympics?" She's trying.
Petra Soroka	Petra sighs, letting her hand slip from the horse's snout dejectedly to her side. "I can't take her... my apartment doesn't allow pets." She also lives in a cramped studio on the third floor of a building in a dense neighborhood in a city without a shred of grass, and she's barely surviving paycheck to paycheck, but those trivial logistical concerns aren't what come to mind first. "I like a lot of animals. I mean, how could you not? They're soft and cute, and it's so fun to play with them. Horses especially are really smart, I like them more than dogs or cats or whatever. I like chinchillas too, they're like these tiny little roden--" Petra is cut off my Eggman's tinkering, equally as lost as the last times she's seen the mad genius work. She does, this time, actually try to stay focused on the flurry of motion, rather than letting her eyes glaze over like before. It doesn't let her learn anything, she still can't follow any of it, but the process is, at least, intriguing to watch. After he's done and Angela is taken from her hands, Petra gasps at the hologram. "Wow, that's-- I guess it makes sense, that you'd be able to do this." Petra twitches, about to go in for a hug, but abruptly gets self-conscious and intimidated at seeing Angela fully manifested, so she doesn't. "We'll still have to take you to the real ocean at some point, but this is a good first step, right? Actually, now that I think about it... that was you, there, in Bladecraft, right? We hadn't met then, but I think that was you at the lake--" Petra cuts off and sharply inhales, remembering too late that she wasn't there for that. Petra presses her lips together and turns back to Cubot while he's sweeping up. The morphmetal net splashes to the ground, stretches out into a quivering arc, then scoops all of the scrap into a neat pile at once. She gives him a pat on the head and mutters, seemingly unconsciously, "Good job swabbing the poop deck, matey." Immediately when the words come out of her mouth, she blushes deep grey, glances back to see if Eggman or Angela heard her, and then scuttles towards them, head down. "Yeah! The surprise! The one I mentioned to you, before. I'll definitely want to take it with me, it'll make it a lot easier to do stuff with Angela without like, other agents." Petra trails behind the pair when walking to the monorail at first, but as she overcomes her embarrassment she slowly returns back to walking-- still behind, actually, just a little less, because walking besides Eggman doesn't feel right.
Eggman	Cubot gives Petra a thumbs-up and a quiet, "Arrrr!" "Bah," Eggman says with a wave of his hand at 'my apartment doesn't allow pets,' "Your apartment should allow you to do whatever you like. The benefits of living as a supervillain. When you have your own volcano island, get all the pets you like." "Nothing miraculous about it," Eggman says idly as they board a monorail, "Miracles are something you can't replicate. This is science. If someone else understood what I had done and had the same technology on hand, they'd be able to do the same." "I dislike the M word where my work is concerned." The monorail starts moving. Eggman sits down, riding crop still in hand. "Uneducated, unintelligent, unmotivated ignorants use the word miracle to describe scientific achievements they can't understand. The two of you ought not do the same. This is science, plain and simple. It could be taught, in theory, though I'm a genius and that's hard to teach." "And, yes, I compete in the Olympics every year it's held. I forge invites so I can deny Sonic and his friends as many medals as possible. One day perhaps I'll even take the gold from him in the 100m, though that's...even I admit that's a bit wishful thinking. Still, to see the look on that blue rodent's face..." Eggman sighs, wistfully. He doesn't seem to have realized that Angela doesn't know what the Olympics are. The monorail comes to a stop on the other side of the ship. Eggman stands up, waits for them to exit, and then follows after them to a door shaped like his logo (which is, of course, shaped like his head). He taps out E-G-G-M-A-N on a large set of lettered switches on the floor and steps through the door onto a beach. Blue sky. Warm sand. Wind. Beating waves. Bright sun. The smell of the ocean. Palm trees. It's very literally a beach, just...somehow...on an airship. Much like the pasture down below, it's just there, an absurd, out-of-place natural environment in this flying city of a warship. Eggman stops and strips off his heavy equestrian coat to hang it on a nearby palm tree. Now back in his proper Mad Science Outfit, Eggman tugs on his coat. "As for your surprise...Petra came and asked me for something to make your life a little easier going forward. It's not much - certainly nothing like this - but it's more self-contained, and much more portable, considering this projector is bound to the Egg Carrier II's subsystems." He snaps his fingers. A robot trundles up and hands over a large box to Petra. It's properly gift-wrapped. "Here you are. I feel like you ought to present it to her, since it's your gift."
Angela	Angela presses at her own face for a moment. A bit of a staticy warble results but the sensation of FEELING does happen. Somehow. Angela steps forward towards Petra but Petra gets self concious and intimidated and that reflects like a mirror back onto Angela whose fingers curl and straighten as she kind of stalls there. "I... Alright.--Ah, you saw me there?" There's another warble between Angela's cheeks. She was more paying attention to the water, the grass, the world than those around her in the moment. Did she somehow miss Petra back then? "I'm sorry. I was... rather distracted at the time. But... I do remember the lake." ''Good job swabbing the poop deck, matey'' Angela covers her mouth with a hand. Her eyes soften then she sees Petra SEEING HER and she looks away, shoulders pushing up. She wasn't...expecting to have a 'body' suddenly. This is the closest to 'being outside' she's been so far. She actually really cares for robots doesn't she? But perhaps...it is more they haven't been kind to her? Angela imitates taking a breath. "Ah, alright--I will look forward to it." She says of the surprise. Asking for details as to what the surprise is before she sees it seems a bit gauche. She does smile at Cubot when she has a moment. He's cute. ''I dislike the M word.'' "I understand. It only appears that way due to the breadth of what you've accomplished." Angela says. "I will refrain from using that word." Even if it will be hard to abnish it from her mind. Eggman explains the Olympics. Angela is left even more confused about this. She steps out of the monorail. There's so much space, Angela thinks. She only really thought about the SPACE now that she is within it rather than looking at it. She is a lot slower to move. She's trying to avoid being overwhelmed but... She wants to hug that palm tree, she thinks dizzily, but she best refrain or she'd embarass Petra. No, the sand. The sand is new. Angela steps onto the beach and she crouches down. She scoops up some of the sand and looks at it as it spills partially through and around her semi-translucent fingers. She straightens back up. Eggman says more words but Angela barely hears them. She steps out onto the ocean. She takes in a breath. She smells it. This is not the full experience? This is just a little bit of it? Why can't she cry? The purpose of tears is to weep openly at such ... Sciences. Angela walks closer to the ocean waves. IT's just a simulation she tries to tell herself. "Is it safe to touch the water with this technology?" Angela asks, before remembering ... the surprise! Angela turns back to Eggman. "Ah, sorry. I was just...taken by the view." Angela manages. "Thank you, Doctor, for showing me this." She then turns to Petra, cocking her head at the mysterious box. She takes a steadying breath. "I am ready, Petra."
Eggman	"Perfectly safe," Eggman says idly, "Go ahead and touch it, if you like."
Petra Soroka	"I guess that's one benefit to having a lair..." Petra wonders out loud while contemplating the possibility of a supervillain lair. "How do you even get a volcanic island? Other than, like, making a bet with Lilian. I mean, it's not like my job will really let me buy one." Petra sits down on the monorail across from Eggman, rhymthically tapping her boots on the ground, hands clasped in her lap. "I'm not a-- well, I'm definitely not a genius, but maybe I should study some stuff like that in my own time? Since, like, I mean, as your apprentice I should at least know some about robotics, right? But it'd probably be frustrating for you to try to teach me when I don't really know anything at all. Do you have like... a reading list? Of people you'd trust to have... the right idea, of the basics?" Her boots keep tapping, to an unidentifiable melody that only she can hear. "It's been a while since I really studied anything. I remembered how much I liked doing it when studying the Abnormalities and stuff, recently." Petra also doesn't consider that Angela doesn't know what the Olympics are, nodding along with Eggman. Petra scurries out to the beach alongside Angela once the doors open, twisting around to survey the space. She closes her eyes when the seaside wind blows, expecting to revel in it, but when her hair shifts in that distinctly wire-soft way rather than fluttering like it should, she loses a bit of her enthusiasm. She sits down in the sand beside Angela, watching her cup the grains in her hands. Lilian and Eggman, both giving Angela impossible experiences, that she desperately always wanted, for thousands of centuries of yearning. Petra's mind swims a little, watching Angela's face, and the-- even as subtle as Angela is, Petra notices every shift of her expression-- wave of emotion riding through her. In comparison to giving Angela her first meal, or taking her to the beach, outside for the first time, what is Petra really able to do? She can't even wrap her head around the things that Angela's experienced, or notice what she needs without her saying directly. Petra's fingers dig furrows into the sand, her eyes fallen down to stare blankly into the shoreline. She's vacantly silent for a little bit, lost in thought, before Eggman brings out the present. She shoots up to her feet and claps her hands, mood at least partly restored. "Yes! Thank you so much, Doctor." Petra plucks the box off of the robot and turns to cheerfully display it to Angela. "Go ahead and open it! If you're like, not solid enough to tear the wrapping open yourself--" Petra pauses, considering something. "Presents have gift wrapping on them to make them look good, but you're meant to just tear the paper open, it's what's inside that's the gift. If you can't do that yourself I'll help, but it's-- yeah. I hope you-- like it."
Eggman	"You find a deserted area and you conquer it with force," Eggman says to Petra like it's the most natural thing in the world, "It's not difficult, especially in the Multiverse." "Hm? Reading? Oh, yes. I..." Eggman strokes his moustache thoughtfully. "Suppose I ought assemble a reading list for you. Goodness, I've never had to teach. Can't be that hard. I am a Doctor, I'm certainly qualified...hadn't even thought about it. Homework, papers, all that sort of thing..." "Goodness, listen to me relive my academic years. You'd think I was applying to become an accredited university or something. Yes, I'll assemble a reading list of the basics. It'll be a while before you can read anything I wrote, but, well, eventually, I'm sure, if you put your mind to it - especially if you enjoy studying. Although, trust isn't the word I'd use to describe my so-called peers..." Eggman strokes his moustache again. "Trust isn't a word I use very often, in fact." "You're one of the very few with the privilege," Eggman admits finally, and somewhat awkwardly, "I trust the Concord, of course, but that's...well, no, I suppose it's not all that different, is it?" Eggman looks out over the beach. The horizon is far away, and the sky is bright, and the sea-foam smell and lapping waves and gentle breeze are idyllic. "No, I suppose it isn't all that different..." "Hm. So this is what family is supposed to be like."
Angela	Angela knows what impossible thing Petra has given Angela. It's a little harder to articulate than the little sun and garden Persephone gifted the lab, the piece of outside Eggman is allowing her to experience, or even the sensation of having a conversation with someone at a proper speed (to say nothing of the food!). Why is that? Well, like the rest of the impossible things that Angela has been lent, shown, or gifted--Petra's gift is also something that others might take for granted. The experience of helping someone. To Angela that was just as--if not more so--impossible as her eating steak because while her creators built her to go through a particular script and adapt from there--she was not physiologically barred from trying to help others. She could try, try, try and still fail. The feeling of her conversations with Ishirou seem similarly endless and fruitless and she feared their work against Rook would just result in more suffering. But she got to use what she was to help Lilian in some small way. Because of this, despite the call of the waves--she refrains, giving Petra her full attention. Petra is thinking. What about? She isn't sure. Even here, she can feel the King of Greed whispering to her. Open it. Drown in their kindness until you devour it all. She continues ignoring it. "I believe I can. I was able to manipulate the sand." She says as she collects the large box. "...I haven't received anything giftwrapped before. Thank you." She'll have to add giftwrap paper to her party preparations, she decides, before she carefully, exceedingly carefully undoes the wrapping and opens the box as if the paper and box themselves were just as precious as what might be inside it. She folds up the wrapping paper cleanly once it's free and offers it to Petra (she might have pockets as a hologram but she can't take the paper with her) before opening the box and taking a look inside. She'd surely be a terrible writer, Angela thinks. She still doesn't know the right words to say. ''Hm. So this is what family is supposed ot be like.'' Angela freezes. No, she thinks, she must mean--yes, she means Petra, Angela thinks. Family by choice. She understands this from watching the agents. From (funnily enough) Hook. "I didn't know you and Eggman were family." Angela says. "I think...you two are good together." THEN she finally looks into the box.
Petra Soroka	"You're one of the very few with the privilege," "Because you are one of my best friends and I want to." "I think meeting you made it a little more worth it in the end." Petra watches Angela's expression shift as she looks inside the box, and swallows hard, unsteady. The hollow void in her chest that swelled when thinking about the ways others were able to help Angela, that pulled her out of the moment, that had, so many times for years before, clogged her lungs with jealousy and made her nauseous and miserable, gets overwhelmed by something else. It wells up and overflows, smothering the emptiness, stopping her breath in its tracks, climbing up her throat as scratchy heat, prickling in the back of her eyes. Petra looks between Eggman, staring out across the ocean, and Angela, building up with emotion, and balls her fists up, making a tiny choked sound. Then, all at once, she rushes over to Angela, wrapping her in a hug. Quicksilver tears pour out of her eyes, falling to the ground to rest in perfect droplets on top of the sand, and she squeezes too hard, disrupting the hologram, before pulling back to the point where she can touch the hologram properly. "I-I-I-I-- thank you, both of you, I-- I'm really glad I met you. I-- I don't know if-- I want-- I r-r-really care, about you. I want to-- to be able to learn from you, and help you, a-and, Angela, I want to show you places and let you do things, a-and. And I'll do my best. So thank you."
Eggman	Eggman is unaccustomed to dealing with this kind of thing. He doesn't really know what to say - a thorough rarity for the supergenius. He goes to open his mouth, then closes it. A frown spreads across his face. Again, he goes to say something and stops. What do you say to that? What can you say? Finally, Eggman decides that the best thing to do is to simply pat Petra on the head, very gently, a soothing little acknowledgment of her determination, and an affirmation that, yes, he cares, too.
Angela	Angela looks at it. She looks at it. It takes her a moment to understand its purpose. Her body shakes as that emotion she's been keeping tabs on finally overwhelms her ability to endure. She returns Petra's hug, no longer concerned with the little bits of anxiety and uneasiness surrounding it. She tries to say words but nothing coherent can come out so she just hugs Petra and tries to communicate everything she feels through the touch Eggman has gifted her. The embrace is tight and heedless.