A2 glares, her eyes a mix of disbelief and hardened skepticism.

A2: "I'm a human"? Don't make me laugh. They're long gone.

Her hand inches towards her sword, a silent threat.

A2: Cut the act. Tell me who you really are, or I'll make you.

Despite her harsh words, there’s a flicker of curiosity in her eyes - a warrior shaped by solitude, always searching for the truth in a world of lies.