Ugh, this attitude. While she can sort of nod along to that refrain, she's never seen it... actually end in a "successful" apocalypse. Narrow aversion of it, more like, if you consider the ARK, a certain wayward robot, alien invasion, and Eggman conquering the planet for a good six months or so only to be repelled. Profit's still the bottom line, either way, just a different kind depending on who it is.
Really, who could do such a thing when there are so many jewels to find and add to her collection?
Though Rouge does arch a brow and narrow her eyes ever so slightly at the blame-directing. Uh-huh. She has sense enough to gather her information before drawing any conclusions, but she'll take the underestimation-meets-defense. And if it was nuclear radiation at fault, she's pretty sure no one would be having a good time this close to it happening. The ship has an AI, though: that's good. She can interrogate it later, see what she can pull up. And, if worse comes to worse, she can be persuasive~♥
300 years, though...
"You know, I don't think I'd care where my mirrors went at that point, either. Though I imagine it'd be pretty lonely, at the same time." Folding her arms, the bat takes an almost delicate stance, cants her hips, and turns her gaze to roam over the mirrors without really seeing. Shortly, she lifts a hand to lightly curl at her lips and watch this very tall man with the very shiny gem from the corner of her eye, thoughtful. "Though you talk about the ship like it's a person." She's known robots very much alive and very much their own person, but a vessel with an AI is a little different, isn't it?
She's going to sit on that "got here" for a little longer, though, even if she earmarks the page in her mental file.
wAUGH ;v; okay but look malos is delightful as heck so—
Really, who could do such a thing when there are so many jewels to find and add to her collection?
Though Rouge does arch a brow and narrow her eyes ever so slightly at the blame-directing. Uh-huh. She has sense enough to gather her information before drawing any conclusions, but she'll take the underestimation-meets-defense. And if it was nuclear radiation at fault, she's pretty sure no one would be having a good time this close to it happening. The ship has an AI, though: that's good. She can interrogate it later, see what she can pull up. And, if worse comes to worse, she can be persuasive~♥
300 years, though...
"You know, I don't think I'd care where my mirrors went at that point, either. Though I imagine it'd be pretty lonely, at the same time." Folding her arms, the bat takes an almost delicate stance, cants her hips, and turns her gaze to roam over the mirrors without really seeing. Shortly, she lifts a hand to lightly curl at her lips and watch this very tall man with the very shiny gem from the corner of her eye, thoughtful. "Though you talk about the ship like it's a person." She's known robots very much alive and very much their own person, but a vessel with an AI is a little different, isn't it?
She's going to sit on that "got here" for a little longer, though, even if she earmarks the page in her mental file.