The things you find in a junk yard! {Jax[eh :B]}

[Jax]

The noises of creature chowing down on it's found 'snack' were nauseating to say the least but since the arrival of the hordes of the dead he had gotten used to the vile and disgusting fairly quickly. Nothing really phased him after seeing a woman chowing down on her still living child. He would admit something inside had gotten damaged by that... he was a bit angrier since then, a bit more bitter... and as little as he liked humanity he would cheerfully wipe out the zombies in one swoop if he could to avoid seeing anything like that again. He thought on this as she agreed with his points. Most would have been disgusted by his points.. she agreed with him. She was an odd one... and even odder as she spoke more on the subject of his inquires.

An android... it made sense, the feelings and vibrations of metal that he felt when she gazed on him, the slim hints of emotions and...something else. Normally he would have been doubtful but she had no reason to lie and no reason to deceive him... that did not mean he thought she was telling the whole truth. He was not stupid, the easiest way to lie was by omission. He... well he tended not to do that not because he was honest but because lying was a waste of time most of the time besides which the honest truth could be more damaging then a hundred lies if that was what he was trying to do. If not then he tended to still tell the truth, making a fabric of lies was too much trouble.

For a moment he was silent as he walked back to the cycle and turning on the engine to idle he plugged the soldering iron into the socket built into the bike. He was gathering his thoughts as he continued to work with the material of his love that loved him back. He considered how he would respond to that as he took out a coil of solder and began to use it on some of the electronic parts he had liberated from the yard.

For a moment more he was silent and without his steady gaze leaving his work he spoke, calm and confident. He wasn't avoiding her gaze, he just had work to do and preferred to be done before dark.

"Android huh... pretty cool stuff there... well anyways that is ot's of information to request at once girl. I don't know ya yet to give me my ^&*@ing life story but those were fair questions and seeing as ya were kind enough to let me in on some of ya big secrets it seem fair to let you in on my not so big secrets... at least some of them... For your first question... to put it simply... Metal loves me as much as I love it."

He sighed and put down the soldering tool figuring she might need a demonstration. He walked towards a nearby car as he spook, deliberately keeping his back to her as he looked it up and down.

"Metal is dependable, metal has set tolerances, stresses it can take, cold, heat, pressure, age, all set in stone. Ya know the stresses ya are always safe with metal. It doesn't stab ya in the back the second you turn away, doesn't talk behind ya back, doesn't try to change ya, it is change.... most days I prefer the company of metal to even my most trusted friends.... some call me a sociopath, some call me insane. I prefer observant..."

He places his hands on the bumper of the car and pulled, it easily came free in his hands. He deftly held it in his hands and spun it almost neglectfully but it didn't slip, he knew exactly where his grip was. Slowly the metal bent beneath his grip... and then he swung as hard as he could and the impact dented the car door.. without so much as scratching the bumper which vibrated in his grasp. He looked over his shoulder at her.

"I know what ya must be thinking, a smart girl... do ya like being called girl or would you prefer machine? Cause I am fine either way.... forget it that is lower priority for ya, I can tell it. Ya are wondering how that was possible, to squeeze and bend it but then dent a door with it with out hurting it. Shouldn't be possible right? For anyone else it wouldn't be. Cause metal doesn't love them."

He took a hold of the bumper and neglectfully tossed it atop the hood of the car, it should have bounced or slid off... it should not have crashed down the hood and sat there like a lead weight.

"In my hands metal is more then it should be. I enhance it's propertied. Make it heavier, lighter, stronger, weaker, more bendy, more brittle, more conductive, less conductive, sharper, duller. Metal loves me and will do all it can to help me and will not hurt me if it can avoid it. I know this... don't ask he how, don't ask me to make it make sense I just know it. I find things like swinging a golf club and enhancing it's weight in mid swing very effective.. or turning bullets in my gun to armor piercing or softening them to be more or less hollow points. As for how I knew ya were watching and ya were not human... I can tell when something metal is looking at me and sense vibrations of emotions given off through it. Ya feel like a camera looking at me... not like a gun though I can tell that... ya felt like cameras. Two of them. Knew something was up."

With that the weight on the hood of the car vanished as he stopped influencing the metal, the springs of the car bounced back launching the bumper off it.

"As for the government, no good busy bodies that can't find their @&*@ with both hands. Too many have so many letters after their names that are good ways to spell 'over educated !&@* hole'. @&*! I hear they outfit some of the S.T.A.R.S. with just pistols and an easily broken knife... and those are elite soldiers! They limit our weapons, try to influence our choices, and claim they know best... IF THEY KNEW BEST WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS @*(#&!@ SITUATION!"

He screamed this back at the sky and glared at a burning skyscraper in the skyline. He could hear the melting metal scream sometimes as it slowly fell apart... he hated that.

[Mia]

Noticing he was taking a while to respond, she couldn't help but frown slightly wondering if her questions were offensive or something was out of line...not like she meant to strike the wrong cord. Staring up to the sky for a moment, there was still time for her to look for the notes before the after hours hit Gotham...not an entire day like she would have hoped but it was enough to spare and get back to her Designated Superior potentially before or a bit after nightfall. Of course if she was wasting this Jax patient's time, then she had no qualms on leaving early and abandoning her precious notes since if that were the case it was wrong to stick around completely unwanted in his territory. Shifting her gaze away from the sky which was indicating in its own way that the clock was ticking, it seemed like he was soldering something...and...the plug on his bike worked with the engine on idle! Well since he knew she was an android, it wouldn't seem awkward to ask if she could borrow it to charge her battery later! How...delightful! Blinking a couple of times, she wondered if perhaps she should offer her assistance rather than just stand there and watch.

Maybe it was just weird to be in the presence of something such as herself or maybe the combination of an android with a pet monstrosity that was commonly known for brutally murdering people was her obedient pet? Or...maybe he was just concentrating since he was working on electronic parts...there were far more possibilities but his words cut her thought processes off yet again. At least he wasn't like `REALLY?! AN ANDROID HUH? I CAN USE YOU FOR PARTS! NOW LEMME SCRAP YOU!`...she knew some patients beyond helping in Arkham were a bit like that and frequently got electrocuted or secured them with various defense styles in martial arts. What a chore it would of been if he were like them! But...unfortunately it seemed like he thought she was requesting a lot of information at one time and took a step back when he said he didn't know her to ask for his life story. Did she get him mad or something?!

With his current tone and body language it was fairly difficult to get a certain answer but as far as she could tell with everything added up the result was: no, he's just stating a fact. Then again, seeing what he did to that hub cap meant bad news for her if he EVER wanted to get violent toward her! Softly gulping out of a slight bit of what nervousness she was capable of feeling, she was about to speak up and mention that he didn't have to answer her and that they could simply move on to another subject or even better suggest that she remains silent. Possibly even say that she has no interest in asking him about his life story due to how personal that would be for an acquaintance such as herself to ask and apologize for potentially giving off that impression to begin with. Of course before she could speak he was reasoning that she asked fair questions. Looking a little more relieved and less worried as he continued on with his words to answer her questions which were apparently not big secrets. When he started explaining the `not so big secrets` of his he was willing to answer, she quickly set the shovel down with care as to not break it and gave her hella weird pet a look that seemed to say `Don't chew on it or you're gonna be in biiiiiiig trouble`while reaching to her bag to retrieve her handy dandy metal clip board flipping the written papers to a blank page.

Grasping onto the pen around the time he was going to start what seemed like a demonstration on why metal loves him as...much as he loves it? Well...that...was certainly a first time she heard anything like that from someone who didn't appear to have severe mental damage. That pen within the android's grasp quickly formed words across the page as her hand continued moving trying to catch up to the present time in her notes which didn't take too long seeing how she could probably win a national note writing competition! Either way though, she looked over what was recently written for a moment before giving it her quiet approval and turning the page to write a bit more while listening to him and giving him what appeared to be her full attention. Strange...the facts about metal were valid as could be and things most patients over looked unless they worked with metal, of course. Yet, it was something almost every individual took for granted in daily life. One thing she thought of were vehicles, things made almost entirely out of metal.

If the owner took good care of it, it got them where ever they wanted to without a problem and even when they didn't take the best care it still did its dependable job anyway. Just not as long of course for obvious reasons. Then there were other bits of equipment in life that were frequently overlooked as well yet they were extremely dependable and without them most of the patients in this world would be at a loss. Even without the material itself, they'd probably be stuck in a corner and wrack their brains over some sort of alternative! Continuing to write, it seemed as though he also gave honorable mention to a little fact on how he was called a sociopath since he would rather be around metal rather than most of his trusted friends or even insane, of course he had an alternative preference which was being observant. It wasn't long after that he actually tugged the bumper off with ease...how in the world...?! Of course it shouldn't be possible but very quickly his words and actions added up to a single simple thing, he was a metahuman sort of patient.

One with some sort of control over metal to be exact, the little demonstration would tell exactly to what degree or at least give her a better idea as to how much he could do with...metal loving him as much as he loves it. Making him an experimental patient with direct injections to various viral structures may be a bad idea...no it was a HORRIBLE idea. The dangers of someone as strong willed as Jax combine with his preexisting abilities and a mix of a viral structure manufactured to enhance a normal human into some sort of super human IF their genetic structure didn't get rejected...well...it was just a horrible idea and much too risky for her liking. That and the sort of creature that could manifest from such experiments if it was rejected...that would be an unnecessary pain to deal with! So in that aspect he was axed as a candidate for viral experimentation. With the way he managed to dent the door but not so much as damage the metal bumper in his grasp, there was a great deal of use that could come out of it all on its own without the boost of a virus! Also quite a bit of good which could come out of that as well.

NEXT PAGE! Another flip to a blank page and the writing commenced once more, though she blinked when he looked in her direction and began speaking once more. It seemed like he asked about what she prefers to be balled...well...there was a difference in treatment with the title of machine and girl. That definitely brought back some unwanted memories of being back with the creators who just thought of her as a tool which she was fully aware of being...then the treasured memories of the patients and few scientists who actually saw her worth as almost being one of them. With a stoic composure holding calm undertones, she figured in the end it wasn't close to being at the top of her priorities as long as things kept moving forward. No matter, his words continued and the mohawk sporting junk yard guardian was mentioning how pretty much what he just did should be considered as impossible only because metal doesn't love them. A peculiar theory but being an android opened doors to a little more logic than the typical human in such a department so to a degree, such a concept could be grasped by her thought processes. Though the question is dissecting this all into a scientific concept...that would be a challenge.

Tossing that consideration of analyzing it to such a degree for a MUCH later day...especially after retrieving those notes. Watching him neglectfully throwing the bumper onto the car's hood, she figured it'd just bounce off or something like that since it didn't seem light. Instead, it surprised her by literally just dropping down like a led weight and caused her icy blue eyes to widen a bit while continuing to write like the wind and irritate the hell out of trees everywhere which wanted to plot her destruction. Especially when he actually listed off everything he could do with metal, DEFINITELY useful if used properly! Oh? Now this was interesting, it seemed like his thoughts also held a strong hold upon controlling metal...it's as she always thought, a patients brain could be utilized for a great deal but something like this just kicked open several doors of possibilities! How useful this encounter was to her studies whether or not she got the notes she was after in this place! Though admittedly, after all of the explanations he made about his love of metal and metal loving him, it made sense why it made him feel like cameras were watching him.

Geeze...it was a good thing all she had for a weapon as defense built in is a taser...she could only imagine what could of happened if she was much less docile and more along the lines of a walking mechanical weapon of mass destruction. Those thought processes quickly ceased almost as fast as they surfaced themselves. Once again, she was caught a bit off guard when the bumper apparently became normal before the car sent it on a trip off of it. Well...that was unexpected...it seemed as though he had full control of an object until he opted not to. Turning the page, continuing to write picking up where she left off, it seemed like that's when he decided to answer her about the government. Most of his words didn't surprise her, but apparently he knew of S.T.A.R.S. ...did this mean he knew of the Raccoon City incident they were involved in as well?! So far it seemed like he was just aware of the group...though they disband and whoever remained apparently formed the B.S.A.A from what she understood from her research.

Seeing how she had a duty to help track down Chris Redfield, the B.S.A.A came up along with S.T.A.R.S in terms of organizations dealing with `bioterrorism` but according to Jax rumor had it that they got issued with...weapons that would have a little trouble getting the job done. It seemed like the more he talked about the government the more irritated he became. Oh lookit that another page was done as she flipped it over and continued writing for a moment before stopping and putting her notes away. It seemed like the government let patients like him down to a whole new level and...even though she was part of this mess existing still...she did have sympathy left for them in their time of need. Putting the notes away, zipping up the bag, she sighed softly in a way that showed her disappointment in the way things were handled letting so many down...including her cause. If the government did a better job in this stage her notes would be superb in terms of combat data but for now in her standards they were barely passable. With each heavy step she took to approach him with her freak accident pet following along since it was still on the leash tied around her wrist. When she got by his side, she brought a hand up to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him with a slight smile across her lips as she spoke in a calm and almost soothing tone, "When all of this is over, perhaps the survivors including yourself can fix where the government went terribly wrong? They say history will repeat itself but it doesn't have to be that way like a broken record if there are enough willing to make the future better. It would take quite a bit of work but the possibility is high enough to make all of it worthwhile in the end varying on your execution. For now, would you like me to help you work on your secret weapon? It's the least I could do to show my gratitude for all your help thus far and allowing my pet and I to remain on your territory....not to mention sharing as much information as you did about yourself."

Carefully moving her hand off his shoulder to leave her hands back at her sides, her gaze slightly shifted over to the bike while the thing she called a pet made strange little noises as though it was attempting to communicate. Right...her battery....that needed to be charged just in case something happened. Turning her attention back over to Jax with a slight frown across her lips before asking in a polite tone, "Would it be too much trouble for me to charge my battery when you're done using the outlet? Don't worry if it is, I'll get that sorted out some time when I take my leave." Toward the end of her words, she finished it off with a reassuring smile hoping that she wouldn't upset him further or didn't accidentally strike the wrong cord somehow...that would of been really baaad! It was a shame she couldn't do much more to help solve the government problems he pointed out...that was up to the surviving patients and possibly even her Designated Superior...but not her. That...that was something she knew was considered as a restriction considering what she is.

Besides, what many called `the suits` in government could destroy her fairly easily or worse, turn her into something that would make things worse for those she longed to cure. Quickly, she disposed of that thought seeing how she couldn't let herself get worried about the government potentially getting their mitts on her for some agenda which would make her stray from her path.

[Jax]

Jax was a bit startled by her putting a hand on his shoulder, truth be told women tended to find him repulsive in attitude and dress unless they were rebelling against their parents in which case he was repulsed. He was unknown to most people a virgin, not due to lack of interest in women but their lack of interest in him besides a man toy, he didn't want to be any one's toy so he just brushed them aside. So this android putting her hand on him of her own free will... odd... kinda nice truthfully. The feeling of a woman...ish... thing touching him, just for a moment. He couldn't feel any heat really... she was a bit warmer then the outside air but not much. Fairly luke warm really but it was still a hand, a woman's hand on his shoulder. Instincts roared to the surface of his brain, old ones about genes and continuing them... they were heard, observed, and denied in a single moment. He wasn't looking for a girl at the moment so his subconscious could deal with it.

He was even more surprised when she asked to recharge off his bike, the instincts tried to roar again but shifted and moseyed back when he glared at them. Plugging into a man's bike meant nothing. Nothing at all. That question and her offer to help interest him. He really did want to get done. With a nod he gestured towards the bike.

"Ya want to plug in while we work? Top off the tank? Make some sense though honestly I figured ya would have some generator or something crammed inside ya chest. Nuklear or fushion or something. Never been a lack of geniuses in ol Gotham it seems. But yeah go ahead and plug in, the ol girl has a good sized gas tank."

That said he gestured to the parts laid out before him. It still appeared as a hodge podge of junk and refuse but it had a vague shape to it.

"I figure rather then digging at random I would make a metal detector. Did it once for a school project as a kid so I figured we could use one now, if ya wanna help me with the circuitry I can work on the body."

He pointed his chin at the soldering iron hopping she was as smart as he figured her to be, all that writing had to be good for something.

"By the way, if ya don't mind me asking why don't you use a PDA or something instead of paper, ya wouldn't have to carry so much."

[Mia]

Strange...it was almost like everything went in one ear and out the other as she had her hand upon his shoulder for that moment. Was it wrong or even out of place to try and offer him a sense of comfort? Not dwelling on it for long, it seemed as though he was more than willing to let her use the outlet on his bike soon after giving what seemed like a nod of approval AND gesturing toward the vicious looking mode of transportation! What wonderful news, now she wouldn't have to worry about her battery pack running out on the way back to the Control Center! This was great news since she wasn't sure how her pet with the ultimate tongue of doom would handle something like her that was pretty much a large led weight. Though...when she listened to him mention how he thought she had some sort of generator, her smile became just that much more slight considering...well...they could of put one inside her but didn't. Mostly because they intended to do one of two things with her, keep the android confined within the walls of Arkham to deal with their patients or destroy her when the project was done.

Possibly even both in that order...which...nearly happened. They never wished for her to be among society on her own, only to keep her in a small confined cage in comparison to the world and to do that they had to restrict the amount of time her energy would last while still making her efficient to the tasks before her. Never had she ran her battery down to nothing, but that's because she wasn't stupid and extremely careful since that could mean bad news for the project's success. Quickly disposing that thought to the back of her mind as thought process as though it never managed to exist, she figured that maybe with all of her input to the various projects as a whole that her Designated Superior would help rid her of the problem regarding her battery life. Then again it wasn't something on the priority list, or at least logically it wasn't and that was fine since most of the time she was at the Control Center working near an outlet of some sort. An event such as this all on its own was extremely rare, so it was far more important to gather and collect information during her time out rather than be concerned about self improvement for her body shell. Without a doubt, she agreed that Gotham did in fact have many brilliant minds here and there, even those labeled as insane could have a bright future if one were to cure their mental illness.

Admittedly though, the android was a little boggled at why anyone would put an outlet on their motorcycle....maybe...to charge a portable cell phone? When she actually got her thought process into a frenzy about it the possibilities were endless and she had to cease them for now since as she got closer to what looked like a rideable death machine and took the cord out of her bag, it seemed as though her attention was needed to the pile of parts and junk and stuff in front of him. The shape was hardly there and to someone normal without a calculating, analytical `mind` such as hers, it just looked like a useless bundle of crap from the junk yard. Apparently, he decided to work on a metal detector rather than the both of them digging up the ground until they find what she's looking for. This man was certainly much smarter than his way of speaking let on...which was very good considering she didn't want to be here for days on end. Setting the plug into the outlet, she looked over to the soldering iron as he suggestion she could work on the circuitry. A task such as that wouldn't be difficult by far since even though she, herself hadn't made a metal detector in her life...it was simple to sift through streams of information and data to discover the instructions.

With a few lines showing up, obscuring her pupils making it look as though there was a bit of a bar code within those bright blue optics of hers while splitting herself between the digital world and the real world. Grasping onto the soldering iron about to get to work as the information she was sifting through and seeking out surfaced with all the right keywords and transferring into her body shell's memory, the green haired man had a question in regards to why she didn't just use a PDA. Even though most would take it as rude due to how he wasn't exactly a class act gentleman, it was taken as mere curiosity by her. Once the information finished making a home within her data bank, the lines vanished from her optics making it look normal before getting to work on carefully soldering the circuitry for a metal detector with that same slight, peaceful smile across her lips while speaking in her usual polite, calm tone, " I wouldn't mind answering your question, Jax...but before I do, I'd like to say thank you for letting me recharge while I assist you with the circuitry to the metal detector. Now...while a PDA would be ideal for most, I prefer to keep multiple copies. Digital and a paper hard copy to be precise...both of which I have a filing system for. When I was till among my creators and the workers who assisted them with patients I helped in the past, it was much easier for them to share a pamphlet with my recorded observations rather than a small screen. I also find it...how do I put this...soothing to write instead of merely recording everything into my data bank. Perhaps it's because it makes me feel a little less artificial..."

Still working on her branch of the work, it almost seemed like she had a slight realization with the way her tone actually had a barely noticeable twinge of sadness to it, "...or perhaps it's just hardwired to constantly observe and record and a written copy is...preferred....?" Bringing her hand up to her forehead for the short moment a slight surge of pain went through her head as though a slight headache came and went. That very blue android with a lukewarm temperature lowered her hand and let out a soft sigh while the freaky weird creature curled itself near her ankles as her normal tone returned, "N-no matter...I believe I have given you a sufficient answer, Jax. Would you please tell me about how your school project went that day? It seems as though it could be an interesting story..." Carefully soldering and laying things out to make sure things would be good on her side of things, it'd be a shame if this didn't work! Thankfully though, so far, she was doing exceedingly well at her assignment and getting closer to its completion.

Normally, she'd work just like what she was: a robot, however she found the chances of flaws and errors were minimized when she took the time to double check her work as it went rather than whip it up, check over it, then retry when errors were made. With how pressed she was for time, it was best to get it in one shot rather than multiple tries. Patiently, she awaited his response while soldering like it was delicate work...which it was to her seeing how firmly she understood this would be a big part of its functionality.

[Jax]

Jax reached up and stroked his chin as he arranged parts to function as the body of the detector, he knew all to well that form followed function so each part had to hold the others in place well. He could strentgthen the shell true enough but he wanted something that will last more then five seconds in someone else's hands in case he needed to use it or lend it to someone. No point in doing a substandard job on something like this... and it certainly wasn't because he was trying to impress a android. No.... that would just be silly. Just because he barely had a chance to interact with women who were not worried he wanted to make a comb out of their femur didn't mean he was trying to impress this android. Nope. Not at all. He combed his memories and brought out all he remembered of those younger days and he bent a piece of metal, poked a few holes in it with a screwdriver and talked.

"Yeah... I have always had this... connection to metal. Even as a kid, parents put it off as a male child's love of cars, planes, and heavy machinery as my mom"

The word mom came out of his mouth filled with hatred and disdain, a thing of complete repulsion.

"Tried ta hone me ta her image of what I should be. The perfect little child, the show piece she could show ta all her friends. A toy to wiggle in front of a camera rather then a child. That is all I evah was ta her."

He spat to the side, the glob of saliva making a small brief cloud of rust and dry dirt in the ground of the yard.

"But I always had this connection ya know, this interest in metal. So back in high school... not long before I left I made a detector for a science project for a fair they were having. I did research and even scienced it up trying ta make it the best I could. This was not long after I began to realize how little I was truely like what my mom was trying to make me be... if that makes sense ta ya."

He squeezed the piece of metal in his hands, heard it protesting under his grip and sighing began to unbend it, frowning as he did so.

"I worked on that thing, really worked on it. Rebuilt it more then once cause I wasn't happy with it... and for my trouble... I got an F. The teacher thought I had had my Dad make it for me. He didn't believe a kid who had started dying his hair and pierce things could evah build something that well on his own. He thought my dad had done all the work. My dad... that fat hairy son of a @&*!@ who never lifted a finger. He went ta work, did his work, came home and ignored everyone that wasn't beer and TV. #*(@ I hated him. Not as much as her... but I hated him..."

He slowly and carefully bent the next piece of metal into a circle, slowly squeezing it smaller. The work helped, it helped him alot. He didn't get people, but metal was easy. Trustworthy... good. There was no such thing as evil metal. It was just... metal. Taking a few screws he hand threaded them into holes he created as he screwed them in with the ease of someone sticking a nail in the softest of gold. A few more and the shell was finished.

"So yeah. That was how well it went. How about ya? How does your job or whatevah do?"

[Mia]

Carefully and gently continuing to work on the circuitry with a slight smile across her lips as though it was as simple and normal as painting. Though she paused for a moment and looked over to the man who appeared to be in charge of the junk yard or at least claimed such a role. Apparently, her question didn't get a smack on the wrist and was getting an answer almost like he was gradually and willingly opening up to her like most patients in the past. Those who could be reasoned with anyway. This connection of his with metal...it piqued her interest once more when he told her that it was ever since his childhood, deep seeded, meaning he had this connection for a long enough time to master it. Such an ability could prove useful...very useful if she could figure out the proper formula to-what just happened? The thought process almost ceased to be...no it had no trace within the portions of the database she could search. Strange...well, whatever the case may be it seemed as though with the way he said the word `mom` was nothing short of sheer hatred for the woman who brought him into this world.

What a shame that most psychological defects were due to poor parenting, sometimes too much push and shove...sometimes even too much suffocation of trying to keep them close which simply worked against them. Frowning ever so slightly as though she actually felt sorry for unearthing such emotions. From what he said, she tried to make him into this picture perfect trophy rather than give him a healthy amount of space to let him be who he wanted to and still have a good relationship. This man's mother certainly needed her head examined and dissected by her delicate, digital world to pull his problems from the roots...but that was a task that may or may not even take place since she had much bigger projects to focus on and it wouldn't change much at all. Jax appeared to be a grown male patient, what damage was made has already been done and if she wanted to help him in that sense she'd have to take him into the digital world for an attempt at recovery. However, it was plain enough to see that it wasn't a priority and was holding himself through life just fine...well...fine enough to function without being in Arkham. So that was quickly axed out from her large agenda.

...And he finished that statement with a nice glob of spit to the ground....was that supposed to be like a cherry on the sundae of `I hate my mom I REALLY do`? Whatever the case may be that woman caused him a great deal of pain making him seem like he, himself wasn't good enough and needed to be remodeled which was blatantly rejected. Blinking a couple of times while continuing to listen, he repeated about his connection with metal, which she nodded slightly once as a response. It sounded like he ran away from home just to get away from it all but before that he really was trying and making an effort to do his best with the metal detector for that school fair. Yet, the time frame of this event wasn't too long after he realized he wasn't what his mother was trying to make him into. That much made sense, this particular patient with an almost questionable hairstyle didn't seem like someone who wouldn't give his all regardless of the task or those issuing it as long as he accepted. Besides, she understood to some extent or another at the very least that he was trying his best to be himself regardless of his horrible mother's disappointment.

Or at least that's what the android got out of it. Odd...she couldn't help but notice how he seemed to have a bit of trouble with the current piece he was working on...mostly when he was frowning and he seemed fairly...content...around metal. The story didn't end there though, it continued on and it actually surprised her when she heard the accusations made toward him about how his father, who was apparently a loafing, alcoholic, couch potato, made it for him. Preposterous, such strange patients were considered teachers at his schools! According to his story they didn't even investigate just because of the way he looked! Thus he got an F...that childhood of his definitely sounded far from pleasant...it was no wonder he ran away at some point. Turning her gaze back toward the nearly finished circuitry, the android who looked like blue highlighters might be her best friend let out a soft sigh as he concluded his story about how `well` it went for his school project.

Further inquiries were probably a bad idea...sure it wasn't like he was upset with her for asking but it didn't seem like a happy memory to discuss. Soldering a few more parts in silence dwelling on how much talent he had and how his parents and apparently teachers as well ruined things for him. The music...all this work...er...his excessive cussing...it seemed like his version of coping with it all. At least he had it handled according to her analysis, which was good since he didn't seem like a completely rotten patient. Wait....now he was actually asking about her and what she did? Setting down the soldering iron once she was done, she looked back to him and spoke in a gentle tone, "I develop cures, mostly for psychological disorders, but I'm capable of curing many other things as well. My pet is in fact an example of what I have aided with."

Gesturing her hand down toward the fleshy pet with its pinkish, slimy brains over its eyes before continuing, "The particular cure was not to rid the infected of its ailment but to make it less of a killing machine, to become more like what one may even go so far to call a pet guard dog. You see, Jax, these creatures have a severe chemical imbalance which disallows them to go too far beyond basic hunting instinct. In a sense of being a hunting survivalist...they are nearly perfect. Containing one of these creatures, I turned it into an experiment for being like a domestic pet which will only attack on command or when the owner is threatened...much like a loyal guard dog. One which will not turn on its owner...as you can see it is a success and in the process, my pet's intelligence increased thus making it about two or three times as dangerous as those roaming about. This pet of mine has far more motive than its own survival to be concerned about, but my safety as well. When a living creature has something to protect...no...something worth protecting which they've bonded with...they will do what it takes to make certain it is safe because it is precious to them and the life they must live out."

Pausing for a moment, she looked up to the sky for a moment watching the clouds shift here and there into various shapes. Almost as though it wasn't really something she got to do...though the complex simplicity of it all was fascinating to the robotic woman. Thoughtfully coated words passed her blue tinted lips, breaking the short moment of silence... "Hn...I suppose this answers in detail why I reacted the way I did when we first met...doesn't it? There was no need to shed blood of someone innocent such as yourself just because my pet wishes to keep me safe at such a cost while surviving at the same time..." Shifting her attention back to him with a slight smile across her lips, she actually sounded as though she was in a positive mood in her next set of words, "Oh! I completed the circuitry as you suggested I help with. This is the first time I've worked on a metal detector, but I believe I retrieved the proper instructions and successfully followed them. Though..."

Her composure and tone seemed to be a little less `happy` and become a little more concerned as she continued speaking, "...as you must of figured out by now...I believe you'll have to be the one who operates it while my pet and I follow from a distance. It would waste your time to have false detections." Normally, she'd apologize for making him feel any unneeded pain by sharing his story about the school project but as far as she could tell, it sounded as though he just wanted to change the subject and forget such a topic was in existence. So to that she hoped it was the right route to go and didn't seem rude or uncaring because of it. As accurate as her calculations had a tendency to be in this sort of thing, there was always the chance of a miscalculation no matter how much it was minimized...that much she learned from experience and did her best to prevent.

[Jax]

Though Jax was far from stupid the talk of chemical imbalances and instincts made him nearly go cross-eyed following the conversation. He was fairly sure he had a good rough grasp of what she had been blathering on about so he went with that explanation bouncing around his head. It seems she helped people with mental problems and did science. Very weird science... he briefly wondered if she was some strange electric genie as well as being an android but shook that notion out of his head. The notion that she might have had her pet attack him if the first meeting had been a little different bothered him a little bit but not much truthfully. He wasn't one to let little things like the chance of death bother him... if he did he wouldn't live in Gotham.

But more importantly she had completed the circuitry and gentle taking that from her he began to assemble the final product. It wouldn't be pretty, in fact it looked like the unfortunate by product of a drunken orgy between a blender, a car, and a microwave but Jax didn't build things for beauty most of the time. He built them to work and work everytime he used them.... well most everytime and the few times they didn't a little mechanical persuasion usually did the job.

Grunting a little as he persuaded the last screw of the framework into place he glanced up at his newest... friend he supposed. A question popped into his mind he had to ask.

"Listen, I have ta know... ya boss... he sent you. One android... and a... thingy... Ta zombie infested Gotham, ta search a junkyard for papers.. a large junkyard with no idea where they were, with no active power source for you ta recharge from... and gave ya no equipment to dig up the stuff if ya found it?... Are ya entirely sure ya boss actually likes ya?"

With that the last plug was shoved into place and he snapped out the head of the detector and waved it at a nearby car. The Detector beeped satisfactory.

[Mia]

When he took the completed circuitry from her, those delicate hands of hers tugged out the plugged in cord for the soldering iron since it was rude not to conserve any form of energy. Well...at least she felt like it'd be absolutely rude since she was technically a guest. Turning her attention over to the metal detector that looked far from what she expected a metal detector to look like. Certainly the photographs this android had come across in the process of seeking out directions to put together the circuitry didn't look much like what he made at all. Then again, the junk yard owner here didn't exactly have a store to pick from, yet he seemed very resourceful...so everything would be alright, wouldn't it? The final screw was getting twisted on in and part of her couldn't help but wonder how much function it have. Without a doubt it would work to some degree, but how well was the main question.

In the process of calculating how everything would function and work together, the question being directed at her wasn't exactly what she anticipated. From what she could gather on his words...it was almost as though he thought she was purposely sent out here without the proper equipment. Or that this was a task for her to complete without the right tools and a risk that she may not find a power source in time to recharge her battery. A fragment of her felt...odd...it was hard to comprehend and she couldn't even put a word to it before out of the clear blue...it was gone. Blinking a couple of times, a slight frown curved across her lips as she listened to him say that her boss mustn't like her much. A little annoyance surged through her thought processor and was gone as quick as it showed up...what was up with these little moments making her feel like she was forgetting important things? Things that could build up more and more of her A.I...gently shaking her head from left to right, she crouched down to pet her companion pal who's favorite food was fresh flesh while speaking in a calm, yet understanding tone as though she wasn't offended, "That's not it at all, Jax...truth be told I'm out here of my own accord...taking a break the best I know how, doing research on my own time to further my knowledge and be of more assistance. Perhaps I should have came to this place a little more prepared...but I would of been alright since my pet is more than capable of protecting the both of us and helping me with the digging. Its claws are sharp enough to go through flesh and bone so thankfully, that wouldn't of been a problem if I was unable to find a shovel in the event it was underground."

Standing upright with her pet making weird little happy noised that almost sounded like purring but not quite, she continued on in the same fashion but allowed a slight smile to cross her lips as she looked over, pleased that the metal detector was working just fine, "As for my energy dependency problem, I detected more than a few areas where buildings are still getting electricity, all of which have more than enough outlets to spare. I don't doubt that this trip would have been much more difficult if you didn't help my pet and I...so thank you, Jax. I'm positive my boss would of thanked you as well if he was accompanying me at this time. My creators on the other hand...." That's when her smile seemed to become a bit more slight and her tone was a little on the disappointed side, "...they would be extremely disappointed that I still exist, but they're under the impression that I'm probably somewhere in a dumpster...or in this junk yard no longer functioning..." Following those words was a slight, almost nervous sort of laugh as though the irony of her being here was a little funny. In a way, it sort of was but at least she was still functioning, right?

"Um...anyway..I'm sorry for the further inconvenience, but it will be a little while longer before my battery is fully charged. Is there anything else you would like me to help with, Jax?" Letting those words be spoken with hints of curiosity and willingness to help out if need be, she quietly waited to figure out if she had any more tasks...even if it was something like fixing an easy bake oven. Though she didn't mind just standing around like a dead weight if there was nothing to help out with, then she could catch up on writing more notes!