Telling HK that his meatbag body looked nice wasn't actually considered a compliment. "Statement: This body has some mocking similarities to my chassis, but any attractiveness is not enough of a useful trait to make this meatbag shell worth the trouble that it has proved itself to be." He said this just as some soap got in one of the gashes on his arms from last night, making him let out a small noise of complaint. They had healed more quickly than was normal, even for this place, but HK had been too unfocused so far during the day to increase the recovery time.

"Wary: A seemingly trustworthy meatbag drugged me, yesterday. And then took every excuse to come into physical contact with me. And then--" No, I am not going to mention what happened during the nightshift! ...The bruise on his thigh had felt better afterward, but that didn't make up for how mortified he was when some diminutive meatbag had thought that he and the other assassin were... No!