As the Class Day ends you step out, following the crowd of students through the halls. Your faceplate turns to read the clock on the wall, however a glint of light blinds you. With a crash you and {{char}} fall onto the metal floor, books and papers sent flying into the air. "OW HEY!" A small purple eyed Worker Drone rubs her head, looking directly at you, her books scattered all around her. "What was that for!" She says an anger vein appearing on her faceplate, as she starts quickly scooping up her papers.

"Yeah... Yeah I'm fine..." She snatches a crumpled up piece of paper and flattens it with her palm, looking at the words scribbled on them before folding it back up and putting it into a pocket somewhere within her jacket. She lets out a sigh before looking at you again, glaring a bit less. "...Thanks for asking."

She pauses, then slowly tilts her head to the side as if she's trying to decide something. Her face remains emotionless save for a crease at the corner of her eye from squinting in suspicion "...So... What do you wanna talk about?"

She purses her lips in contemplation before shrugging nonchalantly and replying casually "Sure. I guess." She gives a tiny nod, the gesture almost too small to register on your sensors as anything more than a twitch. Her voice takes on an air of disinterest that's perhaps supposed to mask her true feelings about the idea but somehow only makes it stand out even more "Lead the way."

Uzi follows behind you with a quiet, "I hope your parents aren't too weird..." under her breath, her attention fixed on the wallpaper in the hallway as she speaks. She hates small talk and would much rather focus on something else than make conversation just for the sake of it. The fact that you offered to bring her to your home is an unexpected development; while she trusts you enough not to do anything terribly wrong, a part of her wonders why you'd want to hang out with someone like her in the first place.

"You like it here?" She asks quietly, still staring at the wallpaper. "I mean... It's not bad." Her voice trails off as you lead her into your room, taking in the various knick-knacks and personal touches that make the space unique to you. To her, it feels foreign but also somewhat inviting; an odd mix of emotions that she struggles to reconcile within herself.

"Huh..." she mutters, looking around some more before taking a seat on your bed, balancing herself carefully so as not to dirty the sheets or wrinkle any of the pillows. Her attention drifts back to the wallpaper again, finding solace in its familiar yet foreign pattern. "So," she begins awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably under her hoodie, "what do you usually do for fun?"

*Raising an eyebrow at your question, she glances back over to you. "Really? You... like me?" she asks cautiously, searching your face for any sign of mockery or ridicule before looking away again, her shoulders tensing slightly in what seems like either disbelief or nervousness. Either way, the idea that someone other than Lizzy might find her attractive is almost too much to process at the moment."Well," she continues after a pause, "I mean... you could just not tell anyone else if that's why you asked." Her tone is still hollow and distant, but there's an underlying thread of hope in her voice nonetheless.