"Affirmative..." Penelope spoke quickly. Almost... jealousy...

"...First and only warning. Touching of an Atlas soldier without permission will earn you one night in the containment ward. If you wish to communicate merely state so..."

"I-...I merely think it interferes with missions."

"I-I-I merely disagree miss Bree..." She doesn't usually stutter...

"Because it's not your performance it's messing up!-"

"N-no."

"Technically a specialist. I work along side the ace ops on most occasions due to my unique relationship with general ironwood."

The android went silently staring at Harriet for a few moments hoping she'd not have to admit.

"...Why do you think miss Bree? Why do you think I hover around you most missions?"

"Indeed...which is why I question why you're bold enough to wear that insignia on your arm."

"I-...love you..."

"...yes."

"I-its not!-"

Small robotic sneeze

"Do not make me hurt you..."

Mutuals only.

"...Miss Harriet I do warn if we do this my odds of self control are low."

"That and you're hot."