[Her eyes narrow slightly at one particular word, lips forming a thin line - please don't bring it up, you piece of shit, rescuer or not - before exhaling sharply through her nose. She doesn't want to accept the help of a stranger, Perona enjoys the fact she should be stronger than that, but on the other hand...a useful lackey sounds nice. And her negative ghosts don't work on robots.]
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...Alright. I accept your offer.