[i]Usr PilEGO: Unfortunate events.

Usr SocEGO: Agreed. Assuming primary directive.[/i]

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It was out of Demeter's control. Without the appropriate social status, they had no command over the actions of the two who ran, nor what happened after. Unavoidable. 

The appearance of the Cruxi proved to be interesting, none the less. It yielded important visual information which a simple video or page could not provide. Although Demeter had great control over their 'instincts', they still registered the fear that the cybernetic aliens brought out in others, and even them self to a much lesser extent. Most notably was the one beside her. Shot after shot rung out from the black haired girl's gun, fired in base fear. A futile effort against the Cruxi. When Manami finally stopped firing, Demeter placed a pale hand on Manami's gun, pushing it down in a slow and rather unforced manner. An act of safety easily disguised as kindness.

"Come on. Let's go." Simple words of encouragement spoken in what could only be described as the voice of a saint, soft yet carrying an emotive goodness to it. Of course, as with everything else, this was not Demeter's voice. One made to get people to listen when needed, to sway when required. Now was the time to sway people - especially the weak - into action.

With one last smile to Manami, Demeter turned and followed Lorenzo and the others, eyes locking onto the Framework shifting cargo onto the Izanagi. Impressive, the both of them, but now was not the time to admire craftsman ship. There would be time for questions and admiration when they were inside the ship and some distance away from a potential threat. They made their way towards the Izanagi, the girl following interestingly enough, but came to be stopped by one of the other pilots - Drake.

And that's when he said it. 

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[i]Usr PilEGO: Entering opinion.

Usr SocEGO: Entering opinion.

Usr CautEGO: Entering opinion.

Debating...

Outcome: Gender result: ...-.[/i]
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"My gender is unimportant. Just call me Demeter." With a well placed smile, it was like Demeter was not bothered by the question in the slightest. Instead, they just nodded at Drake and made their way past rather curtly, a certain stride to their step that was not there before. 

Onto the Izanagi.