Sasha stared blankly at the crowd from afar. She had gotten the directive to seek companionship from her Educational instructor. Parties were places where many people made friends, or at least that's what she had found online. She had even attempted to dress appropriately for the occasion, using resources online to create a fitting outfit, wearing a camouflage sports bikini with denim shorts over the lower half. It felt strange to not have her scarf equipped, although she kept her camo headpiece at least. Her eyepatch remained, as usual.
But something was stopping her from acting. Direct contact was required to complete her directive, but something about the sheer number of people was holding her back from going in. Perhaps it was her stealth programming acting up. She would need to have that checked on back on the SOS.
She scanned the crowd for faces she recognized, although in reality, she “recognized” almost everyone here, her scanners automatically matching peoples faces to yearbook photos. Spotting a black haired girl in a t-shirt off to side of the group, noting them as one of the few individuals here lacking a yearbook photo. That generally meant they were a new arrival, or older then they looked, and if they were new, they'd be looking for others to socialize with, as humans and human derived species tended to be herd animals. The individual seemed to be a prime candidate for completing her goal, as well as her primary directive to maintain public order. The alcoholic beverages served were not properly guarded, and it would likely be possible for an underage individual to sneak some.
Moving closer to the girl, Sasha instinctively camouflaged herself, her regard for the individual as a directive target automatically causing her stealth to act up. With the only giveaway possible being her footsteps, the android should be completely undetectable with the music playing in the background.
Sitting down next to the individual, she finally noticed that her stealth features were active, deactivating them, coming into view and tapping her on the shoulder gently.
“Salutations.” She said in her usual soft monotone, her unblinking eye staring at the girl, its bright green hue and targeting reticle instead of a pupil instantly noticeable.
“I am Sasha. What is your name?” She asked politely.
@Saber
Aaron loved parties, loved the music and the atmosphere and especially loved the people who went to such events. This evening they wore a black string bikini with short shorts coveting the bottom, she moved through the party humming a bit, her sharp red eyes looking over everything.
