Cortana's also copied from the brain of the person who invented the prototype of that armor Connie's wearing. It provides a bit of an advantage here.
The sensors on her chip are limited, but she doesn't like those skittering sounds any more than Connie does.
"It's always something." Cortana's voice, more annoyed than frightened, emanates from the chip just loud enough for Connie to hear even with her helmet pickups inactive, but she doesn't project a hologram. Glowing bright blue would be tactically counterproductive just now.
"Are you armed?" Connie might be slowed by the weight of her armor, but it doesn't take much muscle to squeeze a trigger.
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The sensors on her chip are limited, but she doesn't like those skittering sounds any more than Connie does.
"It's always something." Cortana's voice, more annoyed than frightened, emanates from the chip just loud enough for Connie to hear even with her helmet pickups inactive, but she doesn't project a hologram. Glowing bright blue would be tactically counterproductive just now.
"Are you armed?" Connie might be slowed by the weight of her armor, but it doesn't take much muscle to squeeze a trigger.