"Was he your - you know," Chris paused for a moment, "Nevermind." He paid more attention to some of the details in her room. Walls and floor covered with wires, and electronics recovered every shelf, along with screwdrivers and other tools. "Why DO you dig into people's past?"
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"No, he was not my boyfriend, if that's what you're asking." Belle said firmly.
She sighed, fusing a wire to the base of the device.
"Well, when your eye has a scanner built into it, it's kind of automatic. I don't actually want to know your life story, but this little robotic eyeball tells me it anyway."
She groaned, "It's kind of annoying. Every time I look at someone; BAM! Full name, height, what species they are, their favourite colour. I don't want to know your life story, but I do anyway."
She put the device down, and the chair spun to face him.
"So, what are we doing? Playing 20 questions? I fucked with your personal life, now you fuck with mine?" She rolled her eyes sarcastically.
