Luo's movements were dazzling, while the heap of mechanical limbs behind her simultaneously carried out a series of complex procedures that seemed to require several people to complete. Eileen stared wide-eyed from behind, unable to make heads or tails of it. After holding it in for a long while, she finally blurted out, "Those mechanical arms of yours really are just for tightening screws, huh?"
After "fighting side by side" all this way, Luo had gotten used to the lack of manners in the doll's speech. She couldn't be bothered to respond now and simply continued working.
But Eileen was incapable of sitting idle. Seeing that the Blonde Elf wasn't reacting, she rolled her eyes and came up with another question. "By the way, is all this really necessary? You stuffed your own home with a bunch of self-destruct bombs, plus a whole string of spares... If something on the level of a Dark Angel incident really happened, those bombs wouldn't be much use anyway, would they?"
"These bombs aren't meant to blow up a Dark Angel. As long as they can kill us, that's enough—though if possible, it's still better not to detonate them," Luo said without turning her head. "They're a necessary safety measure..."
"Why?" Eileen blinked.
"What do you mean, why?"
"It's already so dangerous, so why do it at all? I heard you people spend all your time researching a bunch of twisted things, like subspace and black psychic energy. The Vanguard Laboratory blows up something major twice a year. You don't just treat other people's lives as worthless—you don't seem to care much about your own, either..."
Luo fell silent for a moment, while a hint of confusion rose in her heart. For some reason, although the red-eyed little dwarf behind her was always rude,