[Scientist, sample. Central nervous system. Horse knows what those ones mean. She loses track a little after that, with 'whyness,' which doesn't sound very scientific, and then 'what could motivate this,' which doesn't sound like she's talking about Machines anymore. Horse's eyes are pinned forward. She watches the movement of light and shadow in the dust past the drone's collapsed body.
And then she motions sharply, a wavey-wavey motion that's pretty hard to misinterpret even for a civilian. Go go go. Horse is going too, of course; she leads the way up to the next lump of gravel, right up near the drone, her gangly legs folding up with surprising agility, making herself small. She is trying to look out the narrow gap between the bot's round bulk and the edge of the wall. The rifle isn't completely charged yet, but the meter shows it's more than half.
When she hears Bella scrape up next to her, she asks sidelong,] You mean, you're gonna kill the big one?
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And then she motions sharply, a wavey-wavey motion that's pretty hard to misinterpret even for a civilian. Go go go. Horse is going too, of course; she leads the way up to the next lump of gravel, right up near the drone, her gangly legs folding up with surprising agility, making herself small. She is trying to look out the narrow gap between the bot's round bulk and the edge of the wall. The rifle isn't completely charged yet, but the meter shows it's more than half.
When she hears Bella scrape up next to her, she asks sidelong,] You mean, you're gonna kill the big one?
[Laypeople translation. Surely.]