[ Oh. He blushes blue. It’s a sight to behold and Mariette finds herself looking at him carefully as he averts her gaze. It’s a hard topic, but she supposes it’s the reason why they’re wearing these shirts in the first place. It’s interesting how removed from their home settings, even a deviant hunter can seem to feel so real, so unthreatening when placed in a vulnerable setting. ]

Yeah. You’d be a blade runner. [ The word carries a bad taste. ] Some of them were replicants. Some were human, too, but the newer models are harder for humans to deal with. [ She’s quite for a second. ] But… they didn’t choose to do what they were made to do. You didn’t either. Right?