[ It flinches, at the gun shot. Carefully, it straightens, and turns, looking over at them, trying to ignore the heat in it's chest. Anger. That's what this is. It's anger, and humiliation. If the boss hadn't stopped it from happening, they would've had it on its knees.
Alfie is down, and the bot doesn't know how much longer it can wait. It has to intervene, but it isn't sure it can. Can it? It isn't supposed to harm humans. The light goes yellow at its temple, flickering slightly. ]
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Alfie is down, and the bot doesn't know how much longer it can wait. It has to intervene, but it isn't sure it can. Can it? It isn't supposed to harm humans. The light goes yellow at its temple, flickering slightly. ]