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Eigla takes a step back, letting Klimt handle the potentially dangerous specimen.

Klimt: "I think I am beginning to understand.

I won't make you speak until you are better, because I'm nobody's master.

Let me help you out of your jacket. Be still."

Girl: "Not mas-ter?"

She makes a confused face, but allows him to approach and untie her arms from behind her back. He begins removing the jacket itself, but stops after realising she's wearing nothing underneath. For now, simply not being tied up will have to do.

The girl lets her arms hang floppily on the sides of her body, as if not quite knowing what to do with them. She's not mauling anyone so far, at least!

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Klimt: "...we need to find her something to wear.

Were all the rest imprisoned like this girl? We can't save them all."

As if to answer his question, Eigla cracks open the next pod over. Inside is another unconscious girl, though shorter and raven-haired. Several radio-like antennae protrude from her skull, and her mouth and ears have seemingly been replaced with metal grilles. Her form is obscured by a surprisingly cutesy black dress with matching shoes.

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Eigla pulls the girl off the pod, with the same low hiss as the umbilical detaches. She prepares to contain any sort of panicked flailing, but the girl just hangs limply on her arms.

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Eigla: "Hey, wake up."

No response, despite some rather enthusiastic shaking.

No pulse or breathing, either, but that's not very conclusive. Eigla recalls only breathing when doing strenuous activity, and isn't quite sure if she even has a heart.

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*SLAP*

No response.

Klimt: "I don't think they all make it..."

Eigla efficiently removes the doll's dress, then passes it to Klimt. She notes the girl's body seems to be a patchwork of different mechanical parts and biological grafts. Plenty of material.

Into the coffin she goes!
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Klimt: "Come closer, I have something for you. She doesn't need it so much.

Do you have a name? I'm Klimt."

The girl dutifully approaches, then looks at him quizzically, cocking her head once again.

Girl: "N-ame. Name?"

He offers her the dress, and her confusion seems to increase. She only stands there and looks at it.

Girl: "Name?"
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