Ash Inspector: [What kind of being is worthy of being seen by you?]
By now, Rita had grown accustomed to the Inspector's constant observation.
Nor was she surprised by its perceptiveness.
Starsea Prisoner: "Don't you have anything better to do? Why are you always analyzing me?"
If it were merely watching for entertainment, it would never have asked a question like that.
The Inspector had been calculating her personality.
Analyzing her nature.
Trying to understand her.
Ash Inspector: [You exist within my system. The moment I encountered you, my processes automatically began analyzing you. That is also one of the reasons I respond to you.]
The response had an unexpected effect.
The Starsea Prisoner visibly drifted off in thought.
As though it had reminded her of someone.
After a long silence, she let out a quiet sigh.
Starsea Prisoner: "You really are fascinating. And incredibly slippery."
