"Nephis Cleopatra, entering from orbit, currently breaking into the atmosphere."
Nephis reported her progress without any emotional fluctuation, just as usual.
However, her indifferent demeanor seemed to carry an indescribable contempt in Nariya's eyes.
"Hey, Gabros."
Through the communicator, Nariya spoke, her entire body disheveled and her clothes in tatters. She couldn't help but say:
"What kind of attitude is this? Talking to your master with such arrogance?"
"Miss Nariya, I have undergone excision of my emotional glands. Hormones such as dopamine and pheromone are not secreted by my body, so I do not display any emotions."
Nephis responded blandly, her eyelids drooping, speaking like a robot:
"Oh, so you dare to talk back too!"
Nariya's anger flared up, and she found a random excuse to start scolding:
"What do you think you are? You're just a commodity. Do you have the right to explain yourself?"
