[Well, under his command isn't far off from the truth. Had he given the order, 2B would have absolutely shattered the glass without a beat. He's no Commander, but if it walks like a human and talks like a human, then it probably is a human, so by default, her programming will hardly allow her to do otherwise.
But then he turns from the mirror and 2B follows, but not without a grunt of protest back at his reflective self that had dared address her in the first place. When she catches up, falling into a stride beside him, she peers up.]
Don't call me Miss. There is no need to be formal.
[And she hates it!
With that out of the way, she gives the mirrors a glance over her shoulders.]
Why not break it? It will just keep coming back until it's dealt with.
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But then he turns from the mirror and 2B follows, but not without a grunt of protest back at his reflective self that had dared address her in the first place. When she catches up, falling into a stride beside him, she peers up.]
Don't call me Miss. There is no need to be formal.
[And she hates it!
With that out of the way, she gives the mirrors a glance over her shoulders.]
Why not break it? It will just keep coming back until it's dealt with.