[Dodger hasn't exactly been harboring any fondness for the androids around here - especially after waking up in a similar way a week ago. He's never been good at moving past first impressions. He has, however, managed to map out the maintenance tunnels in the vicinity so that he can avoid them. And when one of them comes chasing after whoever just bumped into him, he's quick to teleport them both into a spot where they won't be found for a while.
Though, now there is the issue of him being alone to deal with a passed-out teenager in a hospital gown... there's something familiar about this, but scratching those itches in his brain really never does him any good. He focuses on the present instead, prodding the kid gently on his shoulder.]
Hey. You alright?
[Clearly not, Dodger, what kind of question is that.]
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Though, now there is the issue of him being alone to deal with a passed-out teenager in a hospital gown... there's something familiar about this, but scratching those itches in his brain really never does him any good. He focuses on the present instead, prodding the kid gently on his shoulder.]
Hey. You alright?
[Clearly not, Dodger, what kind of question is that.]