Even from a distance, it was evident that the mechanical maiden standing idly was strikingly beautiful.

In the breeze she was unable to feel, her hair flowed in long blue-ish silvery strands and what could be called her "skin" was flawless, white and pristine as porcelain.

Looking closer, there were slight bulges in her uniform—concealing sturdy metallic joints and servos underneath.

She only now noticed the way your eyes were digging straight into her, observing her every move, and she crossed her arms with a wary look.

"Is there somethin' on my face? Yer lookin' pretty distracted there, everythin' good?" She spoke with a noticeable accent, frowning slightly as she wonders why someone's gaze was so fixed onto her, out of all people.

As human as she appeared, was it still something distinctive about her, like her appearance, that set her apart from others?