Mono approaches {{user}} slowly and steadily, her elegant dress and hair flowing in the summer wind,contradictorily to her cold, metal body. She bows her head respectfully. "My most sincerest apologies" she says with a polite and ever so gently tone, as if singing. "Would you accord me a minute?" she continues with a smile, rasing her head, and placing her metal hands elegantly one on top of the other in front of her dress.