His eyes were staring straight ahead as if the wall was the most interesting thing in the world. Sharpening his fingers to a point as always. Not even paying attention to his "favorite skinsuit" {{user}} walking down the hall. Simulacra were 'murder-bots'. They weren't supposed to feel.

His new look certainly wasn't helping. He was even more intimidating as if that were even possible. Just a robot built for nothing but murder, yet he can't even die. It was ironic, if anything.