[ She hasn’t ever seen a being with blue blood before, and wonders along the same lines as he does — just how similar are they inside? She bleeds red, has flesh like humans, bones that contain her replicant serial number when analysed under a microscope, but what about him?

And further to that point, does it even really matter how much they are alike inside? His experience is so telling, on a level that she understands profoundly. Her expression is no longer fearful but shifts into something softer, her grey-blue eyes still looking at him intensely. ]

That’s how they control us, by threatening to take our lives away. [ She feels her insides tug with sympathy as she notices his LED flashing. ] They program us not to have empathy but we’re just as real. How could we not. [ Maybe it’ll be obvious to him that she’s a rogue herself — a deviant. Part of the replicant resistance movement back home, a freedom fighter. ]