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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Apparently, Max's research has branched out to newspaper articles. Or at least that's the most logical explanation for the stack of newspapers strewn about her booth. She's sipping coffee and paging thoughtfully through them, in no visible order.

Feel free to bother her, she won't bite.

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[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"Yes Mistress"

She will not forget.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"."

She closes her eyes briefly. "If anyone tries to hurt you, I want you to immediately find me, or find someone wearing one of these," she places her badge on the table, "if I'm not immediately available. You will be protected."

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She studied the badge for a moment then nodded "yes Mistress"

Then she blinked slowly "What is harm?"

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"Injury," she replies quietly. "You understand injury, yes?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"Yes Mistress"

But she has no survival instinct, she cannot truly comprehend what Max is worrying about.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"If anyone seems as though they are going to injure you, find me, or someone wearing a badge like that."

She doesn't have to understand, this time. Just do as she's told.

This sickens Max, really.

"I don't want you hurt."

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"How much damage does Mistress sees as Injury?" she asked softly. after all, se earned punishment often...

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"Any damage done deliberately. At all."

So that there isn't trouble if someone accidentally trips over the girl, unlikely as that is.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"Yes Mistress"

That will be a strange thing to contemplate. Deliberate injury, at all.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max has a talent for doing strange things.

"Have you eaten recently?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"When Mistress ate in the rooms" she answered. She has to remember such things.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"We'll have dinner, then. And then you should sleep."

She looksthe girl over, cringing a little. "And please, wear the clothing the Bar created? It is far more appropriate..."

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"Yes Mistress" she trotted off to Bar for a tray and returned.

She has been wearing the Bar clothing...in order of the hangars in the closet, but she'd emptied the ones before the lace...

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Quietly. For the agreement, not the food, but she leaves it open for Tool to interpret as she will.