I see a red door and I want it painted white

[Karima Shapandar]

{desc=(Open to shield agents, tag Collie)}The journey back to the SHIELD helicarrier had been all to brief. Karima had allowed them to put her in bonds, being that they deal with super powered individuals, it's likely they had some stronger than average hand cuffs, Karima was fairly certain that these would not hold her how ever. Either way, it did not matter, she was technically safer here with SHIELD than out on the streets where the only organization that knew all of her weaknesses could engage and capture her. She hadn't really wanted to talk to any one on the way back and likely, with the display of violence she'd shown, no one really wanted to talk to her either. While Karima's intentions had been genuinely self defense, there's no way any of them could know that, and there's no way any of them would believe it, so simply stating it would be pointless. She would simply wait and see what SHIELD had in store for her. With any luck, this would not wind up being a mistake.

When they arrived, Karima's mind touched the ship they landed on. There were firewalls, but after she'd already been in the system, pass codes and backdoors simply shown to her like beacons of light, once her mind knows a system and has been inside of it, returning is as simple as thinking it. She exited the quinjet that brought her to the floating fortress and walked with a steady perfect stride, each movement the exact same as the last, her head up, she did not look dejected, excited, depressed, guilty, she had no emotional expression at all.

Along the way they had decided that ironically, Cheryl's room on the helicarrier would be the safest place to put her, and after looking at the current most up to date blueprints on the ships mainframes, Karima agreed with their judgment. The walls were so thick, she would absolutely not be able to escape physically, and their thickness and composition kept her various wireless extra sensors from functioning effectively as well. For Karima, it was the first time sense regaining awareness at the Sentinel compound that she would be totally blind to the various wireless communications. By comparison, it would be like stepping out of a perpetual fog. Not that she minded, it wasn't an annoyance, but that was simply the experience she endured as she was escorted into the room. No noise, just silence.

Afterwards the door was closed and locked. For awhile, Karima simply sat in one of the chairs, then she began to notice the features of the room. Her curiosity was unending, she simply could not ever get enough data. She began to explore around. Privacy had almost no meaning to her, as her ethical boundaries were almost null, so long as what she did didn't kill any one, it was fair game. Though there was a shadow of guilt, an echo of remorse, her cybernetic brain quickly dissolved those errant anomalous thoughts.

Cheryl's room was quite fascinating, the literal shrine to captain america was something else. She couldn't understand the point of hero worship. From a psychological stand point, she understood why the human psychosis clung to heroes. It also made since that since Cheryl was a maturing teenage girl that her hormonal developments drive her towards an ideal mate that when paired with the frontal lobe, the area of the brain chiefly responsible for ones imagination et al, could conjure anything the mind might conjure. Still it was illogical, pointless.

Karima herself knew next to nothing about Captain America, though that was some what of a fallacy. She knew of the deeds he had done that were publicly known, she'd made it a point to download and keep as much data on the world's super humans. Many of them were obscure, and finding reliable data was tough, but Captain America was at the forefront of an American home grown fighting force of super humans, and so there was an incredible amount of data on him freely available.

But Karima's mind didn't process people like that. She could collect an endless amount of data on a person, watch movies, news clips, interviews, but so long as it remained technically impersonal data, she didn't qualify them as statistically significant, the data were just seperate. Not until interacting with them in person, face to face, and measuring their responses to her actions did a real imprint appear in her vast cybernetic mind. This behavior is not typical for a machine, which normally does not differentiate data by it's content without some logical reasoning, but Karima's computerized brain was unlike any on earth. Her mind had literally been fused with the worlds most high tech CPUs, her mutant power had done the rest of the work. The fusion had been flawless, and where there was once inefficient organic material, there was now 79% efficient cybernetic material. They say Humans only use a very very small percentage of their brain power, Karima is likely an idea of what would happen if a human could use all of it. Sure there are some key differences, such as the schism between her emotions and her forward consciousness, but in general, she wasn't quite organic brain mater, and she wasn't quite a regular computer either. It was a perfect union of the two.

Karima had become lost in thought as she studied the various areas inside Cheryl's room. If the girl had any sort of Diary, Karima would likely read it, even if it were four hundred pages long, it would've only taken her a minute or two to completely scan every page. Her intentions were not nefarious, she was simply curious. At some point though, her explorations were interrupted as she heard a guard approach the door. Karima may have had her wireless sensors rendered useless by putting her inside what is effectively a giant lead box, but her biorythmic sensors still functioned. The box did a number on them, but she could see through the door at the body heat and heart beat, pulse and neural activity being radiated from the person out front.

Karima halted her exploration of the room and approached the door. She was yet again, curious. Who was it, what was their assignment, was it one of the shield agents that had been involved in her earlier confrontation, or some one completely different.

"Hello."

She said through the door. Her voice was empty, it was forward, full, not soft, or strong, but neutral, the word was pronounced as if the Microsoft reader software had spoken it, though with less chop and a much greater amount of realism, generally speaking, if you enhanced Karima's voice enough on a very sensitive microphones and analyzed it under specific software, the digitized tones buried between the infinitesimally small wavelengths of error would easily be detectable because like many things in her body, her vocal cords had been long ago replaced by something ... mechanical. She stood near the door, but didn't touch it, or lean on it, she simply stared blankly at the barren paint that spread across the door between her and her guard.

She wondered if she could convince the guard to remove the bonds which bound her wrists together. She wasn't uncomfortable, but it was more of a social experiment than anything else. In the past, she'd been able to use her appearance to broker trades and buy favors simply because the person she was dealing with had a keen appreciation for her supple skin, her perky above average sized breasts and toned athletic curvy feminine body. The youthful prime, the age when a girl is clearly a woman, but only just barely, when she is at her youngest 'adult' age. Karima understood it was a coveted appearance and she was quite capable of taking full advantage of this. Not that she intended on seducing the man guarding her, but again, merely curiosity, social curiosity. Nothing more, nothing less.

[Agent Collie]

Collie had already been sitting in the debriefing room doing paperwork when a rush of agents and Fury walked in and over took the place. He was still a little surprised at how quickly paperwork got done on the ship and although the file handed out, even to him, was relatively small (only a few pages). As soon as Collie heard that Cheryl was involved he actually became interested. Usually Cheryl's jobs were for recruitment and at first, Collie was interested to see who they'd picked up. It was far less appealing when details had been discussed.

So this girl had threatened to use Cheryl's powers? Against New York? Against his unofficial little sister?! He might have put her in danger once, but he would never have let her actually get hurt. The debrief was short, as the information was also in short. Fury elected Collie and another agent in the room to take over the current guards. Jack was about to resist, but before he said anything, he thought better and shut his mouth. There were no cameras in Cheryl's room, and he could probably bribe off the agent to keep his mouth shut and his eyes away for long enough to... have a chat.

"Handsy, Kyle, you guys can leave now. Collie and I'll take over." The agents nodded at each other as Handsy and Kyle left and Gordon took stance on one side of the door. A greeting met them both through the door and they looked at it stoically. "Yeah, I'll bet, right Collins?" Jack looked over at Gordon and frowned slightly. "Keep a look out." Gordon turned to Collie and gave him a look. There was nothing that he could say that wouldn't stop Jack from going into the room though and he seemed to realize this. "Just don't shoot her, please. Fury will murder us both if you screw up a simple guard duty."[/color]

Jack moved closer to Gordon so that he could whisper his next threat, there was no reason for the girl inside to know what Jack had to say. "You can go fuck in the direction of off, Gordon. This bitch tried to blow up a SHIELD agent. That's my team. That's your team."
"Well, technically-"[/color]
"Well technically get your head checked." Jack paused and then softened at Gordon. He wasn't angry at the agent. "And relax, I'm not going to shoot her." He grinned in a way that made Gordon wonder if Collie actually would still shoot her.

Jack opened the door, his face back to a stone mask in the presence of someone he didn't like. Usually, he gave people a chance. Even people he was... advancedly interrogating, they usually had at least one chance. Still, they hadn't openly threatened to blow up half of New York and take out someone he cared about while doing it. His parents didn't even live in New York. The girl was pretty close to the door and Jack held out a hand, indicating that she move backwards while he stepped into the room and shut the door. He wasn't actually sure what he wanted from this now that he was there. He was somewhat relived to know which face he'd be shooting if she tried anything smart towards anyone else though.

[Karima Shapandar]

It was probably a really stupid mistake for Collins to open the door like that, but thankfully for him Karima is actually not an enemy. When the door opened, Karima was briefly bombarded by a soft wave of radio frequencies and other kinds of wireless communication. To her it was like briefly turning music on, then shutting it off, or opening the door to a party you aren't in, then closing it. She didn't show any reaction to this of course, it didn't matter.

When the agent asked her to step back, she took six identical steps back and wound up approximately ten feet away from him as a result. She had managed to hear part of the conversation outside and she could see that Collins had an elevated heart rate indicative of anger.

"You may shoot me as many times as you like if it would improve my social standing. It will hurt, but I will not die or even need medical attention."

She had heard his threat, even though she herself knew it was a bluff, and in retrospect she rationalized he probably wouldn't do it any way, even though she technically could probably take his entire clip center mass without 'feeling a thing'. It would hurt, the pain would register, but she would not flinch or even recoil.

"I did what I did because it was necessary. I never had any actual intentions of detonating Cheryl Harrison's abilities and it is technically impossible for me to end the life of another living being. After I was finished holding my bluff, I improved the chips in both agents so that what I did could never be done again by any one, not even shield, who had originally installed that functionality in the first place, I merely took advantage of the situation in order to survive. I would have hoped this might pay the debt I earned with my actions, but it would seem I still have much to learn about human emotional currency."

She understood Cheryl had been quite traumatized by it, though she had no idea why. Why would they send an agent into the field who was so obviously maladjusted? Karima had to conclude that it was likely due to a variety of factors she had no way of knowing and thus paused the query and readjusted it to the absolute minimum priority, which technically meant that until she gained further data on the subject, it would likely never be completed.

[Agent Collie]

Collie huffed when the girl spoke and tried not to roll his eyes, this just made him avert his gaze altogether. "I don't think anything you did or didn't do would improve your 'social standing' at this point." It was a shame that she wouldn't die though, Collie might actually like her even a little if he could repeatedly kill her a few times. The girl decided to continue talking and it was probably for the better, Collie certainly didn't have anything to say to initiate, and his only question would probably now be how to kill her so that he could kill her repeatedly.

Necessary, right. Threatening a seventeen year old with her own powers was necessary. "Yeah, I'm sure. Asimov, right?" Was it even possible for her to fix the chips? SHIELD scientists were pretty good, and while most of them were human, he was still placing more trust in them than in this girl. "Did you even ask? That's a pretty basic... human currency." Honestly, Collie wasn't even sure if that made sense, but he didn't care. "Maybe they liked the chips they way they were: functioning." The only way Collie could think about what happened, was if someone had gone into someone elses room and set it on fire.

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima could see that Agent Collins was perhaps misinformed, or unable to see the truth for the truth itself. She had met many humans that failed to 'see the forest for the trees'. Largely in part due to their own emotional or psychological standings and affiliations. Still even as Agent Collins proved yet again that Humans are irrational, illogical, inefficient beings of chaos and self destruction, Karima still held fast at the desire to be like them, to be more like she was, to regain her humanity.

"I am not familiar with the name Asimov."

Karima had a vastly expansive encyclopedia and at one point had thought about downloading all of Wikipedia to her internal storage, though she ultimately ruled the task would take to long, and since Wikipedia is based on user generated content, much of which was inaccurate, she found the idea of it to be unfavorable. So she had no reference for the name, even in all her genius and nearly limitless memory, Asimov was simply not some one she'd researched yet. Though she made it a point to add it to the queue of query's she would make once she was back in range of a wireless internet connection.

"Agent Harrison and Agent Hale were both unaware of the feature that I exploited. I acquired schematics and top secret debriefing files concerning the technology and it's application from shield's central mainframe . I would be happy to provide you with the confidential top secret information I acquired as proof of my claims. It seemed logical at the time to exploit the feature in order to ensure a state of panic and fear in the agents so that I could interrogate them for the truth, there was a 78% likely hood they would ignore any fallacies and truthfully answer my questions if it meant ensuring their safety and the safety of the city, but as I said before, it was merely a bluff.. I was created by Sentinel and I needed to know if Sentinel had Manipulated shield into hunting me down and acquiring me on some false pretense. After I discovered the truth of the matter, upon seeing Agent Harrison's reaction to what I had done, I deemed it appropriate to disable the feature internally, ensuring that no one, not even shield, will ever be able to use Cheryl's powers against her. Before my intervention, it was among the Tank secrete procols as perfectly acceptable to detonate Agent Harrison's abilities given the situation called for it."

It seemed no matter how plainly she explained it, or implied it, the Agents were more interested in trusting their vaunted shield than her. It was a phenomena Karima could not understand. Their trusted allies had been the ones to put the feature in, and then not tell them about it and Karima had not only told them about it, but also disabled it, and yet she was the enemy. How confusing for the poor socially, emotionally inept cyborg.

[Agent Collie]

She didn't know who Asimov was? Didn't all robots know who Asimov was? Maybe she wasn't a robot then, or at least, not entirely. But if he couldn't kill her, then she was a robot, right? Collie was starting to get frustrated with his line of thought. "He's a writer. Wrote up three major rules for robots. The first being that robots couldn't harm or let harm come to humans." It didn't say anything about threats though. So, if Karima really was a robot, and she followed Asimov's laws, then she probably couldn't have actually made Cheryl blow up New York anyway.

The thought didn't make Collie hate her any less though. And wait, what? She would divulge Top Secret information to someone that didn't even like her? "No, and you'd best keep that top secret stuff to yourself too. I may not be able to outright kill you, but I'm sure Fury wouldn't mind looking the other way for a few hours." Yes, he was threatening to torture a robot. That was just weird. Collie had never tortured a robot before. How did one even go about that? Pour lubricating oil down a drain?

A bluff. Collie could understand bluffs, unfortunately. What Karima was saying is pretty much exactly what he would have done... without the whole mutant aspect of it. It was also a surefire way to get someone to stand down. Especially someone like Cheryl. Collie shook his head lightly. Why was he being so understanding of a robot? She'd at least threatened to blow up a seventeen year old. That was just wrong. Secret protocols? Collie covered his ears as soon as he heard the word and shook his head until he was sure that she'd stopped talking, then held up a finger at her. "No, I said that you should keep that information to yourself." Despite holding his hands over his ears, Collie had still heard what Karima had said and now wasn't so sure of himself.

He was supposed to trust SHIELD, and he did, but... would they really have destroyed Cheryl "if the situation called for it"? Wait, was this subterfuge? Was she trying to get under his skin? No, he trusted SHIELD... well, he trusted the United States, and so far, they trusted SHIELD. Technically, he was employed by SHIELD and the UN. "Well..." Collie started, and now he looked like the unsure five year old he was feeling like inside. "It was still rude."

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima had never heard of Asimov or his laws, she hadn't read any of his fiction and typically strayed away from anything that was pointedly labeled as such. She needed hard facts if she was going to regain her humanity. His threats also sort of went over her ears. As for the top secret information, she would share it with any one who seemed important enough to Karima to share it with. This Agent collie, he seemed to care for the agents she had threatened in the field. She'd like to study that socioemotive behavior, understand it, beyond that, he's here accusing her and self defense is all she has done since she encountered shield. Still, the obvious persecution and discrimination did nothing to damper her spirits. She will gladly sound like a broken record for as long as it takes. She is at least machine enough to endure that without flenching.

The gestures he made, and the tone his voice changed in. Karima studied it all like a frog studies its environment, silently, with wide eyes and as little motion as possible. Thankfully Karima is much prettier than a frog, but she still lacks a single ounce of emotional response, no body language, no breathing.

"I agree, I have had time to ponder this and have decided I will attempt to barter for Agent Harrison's forgiveness with gifts and apology."

Even after all that, after merely acting in self defense, standing down without a fuss and showing full cooperation despite the continued abuses delt to her by shield, she still wants to apologise. How unusual that this 'robot' be so inhuman she is more human than human. Still she is not quite super human, and were the circumstances different in any major way, she likely wouldn't be behaving as she is now. It's all very relative.

"I would still encourage you to vent your frustrations if you still carry any. I admittedly am not sure. My ability to empathically read human emotion and expression is at best shaky, at worst, out right incorrect. So if you are still angry, you may punch me."

In Karima's mind, it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. In her mind, she logically reasoned that allowing this Agent to vent his frustrations might in some way barter a truce and perhaps even develop trust. It would be better for Agent Collins to not be angry with her, she assumed she would need as much support as possible. And this will not be the first time Karima has sacrificed her self for a social interaction. Countless times in the past several months she has done things most would consider insane, self destructive, suicidal or manic, or a multitude of other mentally ill diagnoses simply in the name of furthering social interaction and pursuit of friendship to achieve that end. There is likely several dozen people at poverty level or below who Karima has encountered and helped in some way or another.

"I will recoil away from the punch to prevent you from hurting your hand on the titanium alloy endoskeleton under my skin. You will not notice, except that the chance for you to break your hand punching me will be dramatically reduced. By approximately 87% to be exact, if my calculations of your upper body strength and bone density are correct. I did assume some minor details."

Again, even as she explained it, she remained dead pan, devoid of expression. Uncanny Valley, thou art my kingdom.

[Agent Collie]

After he'd given the base example of who Asimov was, there was silence. Well, this girl probably wasn't a big reader then. Collie himself had only looked it up out of curiosity after it had come across in... something, he'd read. He couldn't remember if it had been a book or a report. He shrugged lightly to himself. It didn't matter right now anyway. And there she went, agreeing with him. Of all the things she- wait, she was agreeing with him? Collie looked doubtful, but after she mentioned bartering forgiveness with gifts, he tried his best not to grin, and failed. A quick chuckle was all he allowed, and then he set his face again.

He was not supposed to like this girl. She had been mean, and rude, and threatened Cheryl. "If memory serves, that's probably an appropriate way to start. You should make it a long apology though. Full of 'sorry'." Right, as if Fury would let her get anywhere near Cheryl again, right? She had said that she couldn't detonate Cheryl so... that was something, he supposed.

Hmmm, it was a vocalization and a thought. Both meant in different ways. Of course he held frustrations, and of course he would like to vent them on Karima, but he wasn't allowed to... also, he didn't actually know that she was a robot (yet) so she was still a girl. He scoffed and crossed his arms and looked at Karima sideways as if she was crazy. He wasn't all that sure that she wasn't though. "I'm not going to hit a girl." He injected moments before she carried on. And there, his interest was piqued. Endoskeleton? Wasn't that... he'd... somewhere. It was something labby. Or science-y? Her what now? "Psht. I think I'm probably just a little bit stronger than your 'calculations'."

What was she even talking about, his upper body strength was perfect. Above average for the type of work required by SHIELD, and he was sure that his bone density was just as fine, thankyouverymuch. Collie had yet to notice that his mood had gone from downright livid to mildly irate and just a little entertained and confused. If talking was Karima's way of getting people not to shoot her, she was doing a very good job of it.

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima had no real intention of talking Agent Collins out of shooting her, in fact the first thing she'd offered him when he appeared was permission to shoot her. She has noticed though, that people are generally not prepared for what she has to say, the amount of shock and curiosity she has come to inspire has become regular commonplace in the people she interacts with from day to day. When Agent Collins agrees with her assessment for how best to make up to Cheryl, she takes note of it, but does not elaborate, she feels asking for advice on what gift to give may some how diminish the value of the gift, she is unaware that her lack of creativity in this matter will later lead to a emotionally laborious and unfortunate conclusion.

"Unlikely. I can see the blood flow through your bones and musculatures quite clearly. You are a very healthy adult male, and while I am quite sure the Proximal Phalanges and Metacarpals in your hand are more than able to withstand punching another human or even a solid object like wood or a hallow metal plated door without sustaining heavy damage, if I did not recoil, your punch would not move me at all and so the entirety of the kinetic energy your above average healthy male muscles generate would then be turned on your own bones. Tell me, have you ever punched something with all your strength that did not recoil? Men have punched me in the face before. Street thugs that disagreed with my particular brand of morality concerning the women they were accosting. Each and every time they punched me, they pulled their hands away in pain. There is no soft muscle under my skin, I have a thin half inch thick epithelial layer and then there is nothing but metal and hydraulics and titanium steel woven fibers and cables. Would you like a demonstration?"

She then takes a step forward and holds out her hand, her fingers are pressed together, her hand is slightly curved, thumb slightly pulled away, a half relaxed, half tense posture. If Agent Collins takes her hand, she will take another step closer to him and pull his hand to her face, where he will find her skin is quite smooth, silky even, but he can feel it, the metal below, the density and just the shape, there is a great deal less give and there's something ... inhuman about it. Regardless of whether or not Agent Collins take's Karima's hand, she will still say the following.

"Additionally, my breasts and butt are 'real' as are the rest of my curves. There is very little actual body fat on me, but the majority of it is in those areas. Most men ask me that question after I reveal these facts to them. Though I believe after all the heavy surgery and experimentation Sentinel conducted on me, some reconstructive surgery was merited, how ever, I have noticed a distinct lack of tendency for my skin to scar. I believe it may be a side effect of my mutant power, I hypothesize I have some form of latent healing factor that has yet to muster itself, or may be for ever stunted due to Sentinels constant surgical experimentation on my body."

Well it was true. They did. There aren't many people Karima has shared her intimate details with, but a statistically significant amount of the men she's told, always ask that question right afterwards. Karima is simply being efficient.

[Agent Collie]

Yeah, right, like this girl could see through his bones. Blood didn't even flow through bones, did it? He should probably spend some time with the scientists. Nice to know someone else noticed that he was healthy though, and he'd be lying if he said that his ego wasn't just a little bit more inflated for it. His face, however, was not displaying any of that as it was in a constant state of looking confused. All of these science words. He didn't understand them. He would probably know how to manipulate them into words, but he certainly didn't know where they were as she was saying them. Except, apparently, that they were in his hand.

"Uhhh, yeah." Because sometimes, his SO was nearby and he just couldn't punch the person he wanted to. He'd never broken a bone from punching a wall though. There had been that dislocation, but that was from hitting it awkwardly, so he didn't count it. Collie's face went back to confused when she started talking about epit... epithat... eil, whatever and metal. He only really was able to follow her again when she asked if he wanted a demonstration. A demonstration of what though. This was about to get very awkward if she didn't elaborate soon.

Extending her hand had no positive effect on the thoughts that were starting to go through Collie's head. He twitched his mouth into a thoughtful look and raised an eyebrow. Should he? Shouldn't he? It wasn't like Fury would know, and Gordon couldn't see shit either. Jack was in the process of reaching out to her when he stopped halfway. She what? Well, he had been doing his absolute best to keep his mind, and his eyes, off those particular subjects, but now he was basically given free reign to look. The girl was pretty much harmless after all.

Jack kept his look quick, but it was more than enough to familiarize himself with her bodily features. The ones he could see anyway. Her outfit left little to the imagination. He actually wondered if maybe Gordon shouldn't get her something that actually fit. "Well, I wasn't going to ask, but it's... it's certainly..." What was it? Why weren't words forming? That's right, two heads, only enough blood to run one of them at a time. Collie frowned lightly and forced himself to look back up at her face. "something." He managed to tack on, completely unsure if that was an appropriate or even connected end to the sentence.

[Karima Shapandar]

Being that Agent Collins paused half way between taking her hand and not, Karima kept her hand extended still intent on offering him the demonstration described previously. When he became flustered Karima seemed to pay it no mind. She was unphased by his ogling and the apparent break down of his higher brain function.

"It's fat stores, though I have no real explanation for why they persist. It's my guess that since the hormones responsible for maintaining sex characteristics are still in full circulation that the fat stores present in my body prior to the augmentation of my muscle and skeletal structures will simply remain as they are indefinitely. My thirty-six C cup breasts, thirty-six inch hips, and twenty four inch waist likely won't change unless I sustain some kind of physically traumatic damage to those areas which changes them."

She couldn't read Agent Collins' mind, but she could see the blood flow, his heart rate, the pheromones he produced, her sense of smell was very nearly more acute than a blood hounds, she can track a person by scent. She can tell fairly easily that he's becoming sexually aroused, though it doesn't seem to bother her in the least. Her eyes remain focused on his the entire time, her emotional expression does not change, and she continues speaking in the same dead pan voice as always. She didn't feel it was necessary to remind Agent Collins that they had originally been discussing whether or not his hand could survive a full forced impact with her face or body, as she assumed he hadn't forgotten. She still lacks the context to realize once a typical male's mind shifts to sexual topics, nearly every other topic on hand is forgotten almost immediately.

[Agent Collie]

When Karima started to explain what breasts were, Collie finally could stop thinking about his grandpappy taking him shooting and icecream and his brother. Why was she even explaining breasts to him? He knew what breasts were. He'd felt more breasts than she'd probably ever seen. Then Karima got to measurements and Collie just gave her a look that could have said he would rather fly to the moon than be listening to her. Besides, he already knew that she was a C cup. "Yeah, that's all interesting and stuff, but I really don't care about measuring up." Not on a female anyway. As long as they were of legal age, the only measuring he did was the length of time it took take their cloths off.

"I think you were... going to do something." Collie finally closed the gap between their hands. He didn't know what because frankly, he'd forgotten as soon as breasts had been involved. Selective short term memory loss? Maybe, but he was partially back on track now. He kept a memory of shooting lessons at the ready though. It would be bad form for a probable terrorist to catch him, a SHIELD agent and a SEAL, with his pants down. Either figuratively or literally.

[Karima Shapandar]

Karima had just followed through with the logic. Agent Collins had said they were 'something' and Karima was simply informing him what they were. It's likely true he'd been with more women than she had, but that's definitely a topic of conversation for another time. As previously described, when Agent Collins take's Karima's hand, she'll press it to her face and allow him to feel the soft silky, supple skin, but more importantly, the unusually dense metal beneath it. Her skin is only around a half inch thick at best, and under it, nearly every muscle, and every tendon and every bone had been replaced by titanium alloy. Agent Collins has presumably touched a number of faces, his own at the very least, and he'd be able to feel the difference, the firmness, the lack of give. Karima's face did still have most of it's muscle left in tact, otherwise facial expressions would be impossible, still, she doesn't feel human.

"I was going to attempt to allow you to feel the difference between a normal human face and my face. Combined with my ability to calculate velocity, if you were to punch me with all the strength you could muster in your upper body, I am fairly confident unless I purposefully recoiled, you would break several bones in your hand."

It's not that she has a one track mind, it's just that, well, she isn't easily distracted, since when something comes along to pique her curiosity, she can just go on doing what she was doing, while also thinking about the new thing.

"My Measurements were extraneous information related to my fat stores given to quantify their amounts. I apologize."

Karima had gotten used to apologizing for being confusing. She'd also gotten used to simply not giving extra information when it wasn't solicited and had usually gotten pretty good about telling when it was and wasn't needed, but here on the ship, she had no reason to hide who she was, or rather, none she could tell.

She'll let the Agent feel her face as long as he wants, but as soon as his hand is touching her face, she'll pull hers away and let it rest at her side.

[Agent Collie]

Collie let Karima put his hand up against her face and felt whatever it was she had behind her skin. It definitely didn't feel entirely human. His other hand went up to feel his own face so he could judge them together. Her skin, or whatever was under it, was certainly a lot harder. Collie still thought he could get away with punching her if he really wanted to. "I'd say if I punched you with all my strength than you probably deserved it and I would count the breaks as worth it."

Still, Collie was feeling less like punching her now. At least a little. "Don't apologize. I already know you don't mean it." It didn't take long for Collie to pull his hand back and cross his arms. "So what, are you really some kind of weird robot girl or whatever?" She'd been called 'robotic' and that was enough to make him think of robots.

[Karima Shapandar]

She drank in the hesitance and inquisitive look on his face as he compared. Human expression is still something Karima craves to observe like the flame craves oxygen. When he pulls away, what he says is also most curious. The injury would be worth it? That simply didn't make any sense to her, but for awhile now, Karima has been hearing and seeing humans say and do things that make absolutely no sense. Still she must defer to their illogical behavior, as she herself often times can not tell what is right and what is wrong based on logic alone.

"My meaning may be questionable, but only on a philosophical level. I do not feel sorrow like you or other humans feel sorrow. Emotions produce errors which are quickly corrected in my current systems. It is my intention to correct this flaw in order to regain the humanity stolen from me by Bolvar Trask. How ever, that withstanding, my apology can also be taken as a solemn vow I will not ever make the mistake again. It has been explained to me that expressing apology is two parts, the first I mentioned, and the second. How ever, I have found telling people I am only half sorry produces more difficulties than simply concealing the entire truth of it."

Her explanation was again long and tiring, but she wanted to make sure that Agent Collins understood. It was important to her that Agent Collins' be given the choice to chose whether or not to continue hating Karima as he did when he entered the room. For that, Karima would need to make sure he was as educated on her as he could be. Ultimately, he wasn't any more important to her than any other Agent on this ship, how ever that being said, they are all equally important to her by default under her prime directive and her craving for human emotional interaction. They are all a tiny piece of the puzzle which when solved will grant Karima her humanity back and thus to her, as a machine ironically, they are all invaluable.

"What I am is a cybernetic organism, cyborg for short. I was not always this way though, formerly, before my 12th year of life, I was as human as you. Now I am not sure I qualify as being classifiable as human, how ever, I have seen many mutants who no longer share many characteristics as humans and continue to profess their natures as human, so I have had to redefine what being human is, still I am not sure I qualify. Investigations are pending on additional data. My bones are made of titanium alloy, my tendons are made of high tensile woven titanium fibers, my muscles are made of high yield hydraulics, many of my organ systems have been partly or totally replaced by cybernetic counter parts, and 79% of my brain is basically what you might consider to be a computer. I still have a heart, just like your, how ever, sitting right next to it is a miniaturized nuclear reactor."

Karima has previously questioned the merits of her heart, it beats and circulates blood, but the majority of the blood it pumps goes unused. Most humans have millions of capillary beds which blood filters through to bring much needed oxygen and nutrients to the various tissues of the human body. Karima has probably less than a hundred thousand remaining and the majority of those feed her skin. Still, the blood pumped also feeds the remaining organic portions of her brain, which she recognizes as the gateway back to proper humanity, and so with that being said, she is quite happy that her heart is protected behind a one inch thick titanium alloy shell and not a simple array of brittle bone bars, aka a rib cage.