Hum. "For your third point - I can promise not to do it again. It was a very specific kind of accident." Anyways she has other things to unwisely poke now. "For your first..."

"Can't tell you, sorry - for some reason, I don't think you're on A2's side."

"We could-"

"No," 2B interrupts. "She is a fugitive. You will not."

Pout!!

"You gonna try for that standin' fuckin' kill order instead?"

"That is outside our current mission parameters. Interaction with you would be best minimized."

"Well, then given she's called dibs on adopting me... Tell your brass that if they want answers, they'll need to rescind that kill order first. And they can write up an honorable discharge while they're at it."

Adopting who the what the fuck now??

Mischievous grin! "Metaphorically speaking! But you are following me around to keep me out of trouble, and telling me not to do certain risky experiments even if they're fun, and helping me poke things in a controlled fashion... That's like seventy five percent of a big sister's job."

"What the fuck."

"Hey, hey, 2B, that sounds kind of like me and you-"

"Androids do not have sisters."

Giggle!

Then more seriously: "Still... I'm not revealing any information about the 'how' while your military's hostile to my ally."

"Darn. Well. You do still promise not to do it again, though?"

"Cross my heart." Then more lightly: "And if your brass do decide to play ball, I'll be available to chat."

"That's good news."

"Ain't holding my fucking breath though," A2 mutters.

""Doctrinal flexibility' isn't exactly a common prerequisite for promotion that high, true."

"We'll see what we can do, though."

"Sure."

"Then we will leave. 9S." She turns and walks back to her flight unit, hopping in.

9S gives a cheery wave before following.

"...Well, that was something." She needs a way to avoid getting bombed by flying enemies she hasn't detected yet...