The giant metal dog curls up around Angela's legs as she sits. He's heavy, cold, and quite uncomfortable -- but nevertheless, the engineer looks to the animal with an affectionate smile.
@OfInternisms "Sorry to offend, but..." her voice lowers with a grimace, "I've never been much of a fan."
Nevertheless, a smile came to grace youthful features as the man warmed to the dog. "I knew you'd come around."
"Wow-- Excuse me, but Stalker IS a real dog... the best one at that." The Brit spoke with conviction, although a playful octave underpinned her tone. The innocent smile gracing her lips creased with mischief as she continued, "He can also understand everything you say. Be -
"Hey, don't get me wrong. A cybernetic dog is cool, but I prefer having a real one."
He soon smiled back at her a little, now locking his iPad to settle it down on the couch as he sat up a little.
@OfInternisms "For now. I'm not sure how long I'll be sticking around," the Brit shrugged, a sigh passing parted lips. "Suppose I'll enjoy the scenery while I'm here. Oh, and the food is bloody amazing."
@OfInternisms "I don't actually work here; Stark Industries expressed interest in my work, so I'm trying to sell some schematics to them. Here's hoping they'll bite."