[ It's not that much of a leap to see why a robot would be designed to still function even without one or more of its limbs. What surprises Cisco isn't that, but how completely matter-of-fact Dorian is about the possibility. Like it wouldn't distress him at all. He might by metal underneath, sure, but does that mean he has no sense of self-preservation, or fear?
Cisco keeps moving with Dorian, keeping behind him as they move further from the crocodile. He's just about to ask which way they're headed next, how many more shots he has in that gun, when the sound of helicopter blades overhead makes Cisco look up. A helicopter is approaching, shining a spotlight down. Someone is aiming a gun out the door of it - Cisco barely has a chance to register what's happening before the person has fired a half dozen shots, all of which hit the croc.
For a moment, Cisco thinks the thing must be dead. But then he sees a few glints coming from various places across its tough hide. Tranq darts. They must be. Relief floods through him. ]
C'mon, buddy. Stay down. Just have a nice little crocodile nap.... night night...
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[ It's not that much of a leap to see why a robot would be designed to still function even without one or more of its limbs. What surprises Cisco isn't that, but how completely matter-of-fact Dorian is about the possibility. Like it wouldn't distress him at all. He might by metal underneath, sure, but does that mean he has no sense of self-preservation, or fear?
Cisco keeps moving with Dorian, keeping behind him as they move further from the crocodile. He's just about to ask which way they're headed next, how many more shots he has in that gun, when the sound of helicopter blades overhead makes Cisco look up. A helicopter is approaching, shining a spotlight down. Someone is aiming a gun out the door of it - Cisco barely has a chance to register what's happening before the person has fired a half dozen shots, all of which hit the croc.
For a moment, Cisco thinks the thing must be dead. But then he sees a few glints coming from various places across its tough hide. Tranq darts. They must be. Relief floods through him. ]
C'mon, buddy. Stay down. Just have a nice little crocodile nap.... night night...