Bluebird's vision was independent of the remaining meat of her brain, rendering it immune to flat psychic illusion. The bending of light may fool her censors for a while, but the distortion would appear on scanners if she studied a scene long enough. Even still, she had the courtesy not to point at Drow shouting his name, or even call attention to the boy before he did so himself. He might have seen her iris' clearly focused on him for a few moments, though. "You did." Bluebird said tersely, "Astella was my name." She reminded, or admit, depending on who was playing audience.
Out into the halls they went! Bluebird's scanners zeroing in on every student, camera, ventilation duct and locker. Creating a three dimensional map and guidance system in her head. This school would be like the back of her hand in no time, if she had anything to say about it.
> Translation Software Engaged..
> Language Unknown..
> Access Kirby Academy Lexicon...
> Match Found.
> Output: "Shame.."
"Shame..." Astella echoed, in a low voice. Translating for her company. The ominous tone and lack of clear speaker had the cannon on Bluebird's left arm spinning up already.
> Output: "Dishonor.. Torment..."
"Dishonor... Torment.." Her face went emotionless, reverse CPUs switching off emotion simulation in favor of faster computations for the sensors. Her scanners running wild to trace every errant fluctuation on every frequency.No such thing as ghosts.. No such thing as ghosts..
> Output: "DIE!"
> High Alert Engaged!
"... DIE!" Astella translated the last quietly shouted whisper with a bit more volume than the speaker itself. The cannon on her arm whirring loudly as it retained a charge, ready to blast a pulse at the first thing that came into sight.