[Two legs and two arms that would soon grow back even if she chose to lop them off, but it'd take him a few hours, would cause a lot of pain, and there are still things here he wants to do, people to kill, you know the drill. It's tempting nonetheless, having her standing there in front of him and presenting such an easy target, all it'd take is a little click, the flick of his fingers against the triggers. Who would miss her? Would anyone care? His Company masters certainly wouldn't begrudge him the death of someone who's been cast aside, joined up with the RAC no less.

It's all there in him, the jump of the muscles beneath his skin, a hard light in his eyes more animal than man and yes he's given his Handler the slip, lost amidst the chaos and confusion of the riots, but it hardly matters right now. There's no one here to bring him to heel.

His smile, it's wide and serrated and raw.]

Silly me. Just a little lost dog. But my orders are to bring the herd under control by any means necessary, they didn't specify where I ought to be.

[The guns are still raised, pointed at her chest, head tilted quizzically to one side.]

Are you planning to interfere with Company orders?