[Sulla's about to tell the paintings to knock it off, she's just a kid, don't drag her into your game, but the girl in front of her doesn't seem too bothered. That's probably for the best; she'll have enough trouble in Cerealia, and growing up in general, without anxiety around it. At least, Sulla knows she did. (The 'Pino has a soul' remark cuts to the bone, not that she'll show it. If only she were so confident.)]
[--She knows the little girl's synthetic without having to give a second look, of course, and even before she says anything. Synthetics know each other's tells; they know what to look for, what to listen for to find each other. It's enough that Sulla doesn't feel like she has to hide herself around this little girl.]
[As for Sulla? Well, the fact that she's hovering with jets from her feet might give her away.]
Auto-reiv? [She tilts her head, smiling more for Pino's benefit than her own. Sulla may have no idea how to deal with children, but she remembers what she was like as a child, and that might be good enough.] Is that what they call people like us where you're from?
threeeee!
[--She knows the little girl's synthetic without having to give a second look, of course, and even before she says anything. Synthetics know each other's tells; they know what to look for, what to listen for to find each other. It's enough that Sulla doesn't feel like she has to hide herself around this little girl.]
[As for Sulla? Well, the fact that she's hovering with jets from her feet might give her away.]
Auto-reiv? [She tilts her head, smiling more for Pino's benefit than her own. Sulla may have no idea how to deal with children, but she remembers what she was like as a child, and that might be good enough.] Is that what they call people like us where you're from?