[A2 sort of just stares at him as he grabs her hand. It's an oddly intimate thing for a human to do, and she narrows her eyes at him even if she doesn't verbally protest.
She can tell his hand is different from hers, flesh bone and blood, lighter, less sturdy than her frame of metal and wires and silicone. Well, silicon in places where her dermal layer hasn't been chipped away through wear and tear.
A2 looks at Steven expectantly, trying to mask her confusion at the fact a human would want to hold her hand let alone actually touch her. Even if he did rub spit on her earlier.
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She can tell his hand is different from hers, flesh bone and blood, lighter, less sturdy than her frame of metal and wires and silicone. Well, silicon in places where her dermal layer hasn't been chipped away through wear and tear.
A2 looks at Steven expectantly, trying to mask her confusion at the fact a human would want to hold her hand let alone actually touch her. Even if he did rub spit on her earlier.
If he wants to lead, he'd better lead.]