Perhaps his rudeness stemmed from what he was - this gargoyle - a thing she had only ever heard of in books. O knew little about them and she felt as if inquiring might spurn more of that harsh behavior so she refrained. Besides, if they were too busy with each other who would protect the bridge and the barrier.
“They called me Item O2475P,” she explained though she knew that she didn’t have to. “And I do not know what I am. Not really.” Species didn’t matter to her in the grand scheme of things, she didn’t care about races or types. She cared about freedom, safety, navigating through the world on her own. Starting from scratch, from the bottom.
“I cannot say that I am glad to meet you, Zander,” O admitted, “I do not know what being glad means, only that it is an expression said in greeting.” Her brain picked over what little she did know about etiquette, the things that she had read in her books. “What I do know is that I will die fighting for Summerview and it warms me that you will too. I can feel it. I do not know much about Gargoyles, not any more than what is written in stories. Perhaps, when things settle, if I could inquire of you to explain —“
O swallowed and turned away, knowing she probably over stepped. It was all the truth, though. Her wings flexed some as if they might be impatient. She let them lift slightly, the underside of the feathers visible in the position they took. Her sharp eyes watched the perimeter and she waited in silence.