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[Something is wrong.

No, everything is wrong. She has memorized the letter, and she's tried interrogating that faceless woman, to no avail. She can't access any of her information circuits, and she can't detect any hint of outside interference with her inner sensory functions. There isn't a possibility of hallucinations, either, only leaving one truth: this isn't the Ritz hotel, or London, or even England. This is an entirely new country, an entirely different world. And judging from the letter, she won't be permitted to return until her task is complete: "To bring life to the world"...

Ridiculous. A doll of steel, functioning only by the artificial chemicals in her veins and the grinding of gears, can't lend vibrancy to a city, any more than she can color the unchanging gray skies. A worthless sky, and a worthless city befitting it. Faceless people, people lacking identities and selves―they make up a worthless population. She has no interest in them.

She will have ample opportunities to gather information, at least. But she isn't going to reveal her face so quickly, not when anyone could be watching.]

I am looking for a certain individual. Black hair. Blue eyes. He wears all black clothing, and is distinguishable by a patch over his right eye. If anyone knows of this man, I am to be informed of his location immediately.

[The next part is added as an afterthought, a few moments later:]

Additionally, if there are any ports available which can accept recharge cables, it would be most convenient.

-S. Moran

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[A little bit uncertain about how to take Moran's rejection of her offer, Mary decides to hope for the best anyway. That perhaps Mary's repeating insistence that she's really telling the truth had gotten through, even just a little bit. But while she still wishes to understand this situation somehow, Mary decides to drop the subject for the time-being in favor of answering Moran's question first. She should help the other woman adjust to the city in any ways she can.]

I'm not quite sure. There are many devices here that do require charging, certainly, but... the principles behind them seem to be a bit different from the ones back in London... The London we're from, at least.

If they are meant for mechanical devices, then it should prove compatible. Whether they are for specific or general appliances, it should accept Engine cables.

[If she isn't able to recharge, that would be an unpleasant scenario. Her movements would get progressively slower, leading to an eventual and involuntary shut down of her consciousness. Although, for now, she has plenty of electricity stored. Small mercies.]

...I don't think it is necessary for me to say, however. If you do meet my master, you will contact me promptly.

[It's not a question.]

All right. I think there should be some in your house, then, if it's the same as mine. If they really aren't compatible though, then please tell me and I will try to do what I can to help.

[She nods without hesitation. There aren't any reasons for her to hold back that information, especially considering that though she is a bit hesitant to admit her feelings about James upfront, Mary also shares that desire to meet that same man as well.]

Yes, definitely. I... also want to meet him again, too. And you, as well, Moran, even if I didn't think it was possible.... [Although she had relent her hold on Moran's hand before, Mary moves to grip them again. a bit more tightly than before. Even if Moran probably wouldn't understand what she's saying at all, Mary hopes that her feelings can come across and as lacking as it might be, comfort the other woman somehow.] But since I am able to meet you here like this, I am certain that we'll both be able to see him soon. One way or another.

[This time, she doesn't discourage her when Mary tightly takes her hand within her own, the pressure she's exerting taken note of, but she makes no outward acknowledgement as she intently listens to her heartfelt words.]

Yes. Upon his arrival, my master will be pleased to know that you are here as well. ...Your golden eye is important, Mary Clarissa.

[Something is strange. Mary should not be acting so warmly towards M, nor so eager to meet him. Before, she treated their contract as a tiresome duty, one she only begrudgingly fulfilled out of sheer loyalty to her friend.

But now, she wants to meet M, for M. She thought nothing had changed, but...it seems something has changed, before she even had a chance to realize it.

Yes, M will be satisfied in knowing that she has kept the golden-eyed girl safe. Because Mary is important.

Because she is the only one he looks at, now.]

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