[BlueInTheShell]

If Nepha could have raised some form of metal brows at the woman who was beginning to cry, she would have. The gaunt, emotionless face however warped jnti a parody of a smile on the mechanical being's face, and Nepha chuckled; a haunting metallic noise that repeated without the semblance of emotion. "You seem to speak like you have control. Freedom. I placed that mask on you to remind you of what happens when your frail, fleshy frame is going to act smarter than it should be."

Neoha growled however at the mention of angels. Or the woman's disbelief. If only she could have known. They were real, and thought Nepha didn't have proof, let alone the ability to remember as much as she wished. She knew they were the reason for. Well, all of this. "If they don't exist. Explain my reasoning for being?" Nepha demanded, crossing her arms and looking down on the battered surgeon, before that montonous chuckle showed itself again. "We will see. Perhaps the angels will come to your people. And you'll become something worse. Creatures who must scream, but have no mouth to do so. And as for adding you to the cloak. It is a possibility. Among others I can envision for you..."

The woman seemed to beg for death and with her eyes closed, Nepha pondered just giving what the woman desired. She seemed more scared then she had seen from the rest of whatever crew this was. "You sound like I aim to kill you. My statement of your security's inability to wound me was in relation to your worries of harm with the knife." She said, trying to correct herself, and letting out a rather agitated noise when the girl repeated her request to be killed swiftly.

"Why do you wish for death? I grant you the ability to work and be spared. Unlike the rest. A chance to cure me. Would a doctor such as yourself shy from such things?" Nepha questioned, wriggling her metallic fingers. "They would not. Stop crying. Control yourself and carry yourself like a physician."