[No. Hayame is not asking about the drones. She barely cares about them, isn't even letting them affect her like they normally would, their flight and metal-bodies so far beyond the technology she is used to that it should shock and terrify the mind of a woman from times medieval. The only thing she cares about is that they are stopping her from attacking the demon not feet away from her.
The one who, as she should have expected... provides an unsatisfactory response to her demands. A near bestial snarl of anger is all she can manage until the electricity? finishes coursing through her system and her muscles finally begin to unclench, her limbs to respond and her jaw to open properly.]
You-
[The thing she had hated for taking her eye and gloating with it like some freakish monster... that had cemented that hatred into a seemingly permeated rot at each encounter. Whether it had been his smug voice in her head after the nymph's false "test", on the Scorching Isles when he had smirked over how disliked she was in comparison him, the demon wearing a handsome face and using pretty words, or the far more damning humiliation he had visited upon her without warning in that stink-filled, too-bright "operating room" in Kowloon...
The betrayal in her eye(s) is furious and brilliant as she tries to lunge forward and lay hands upon him again.]
You will answer it, you demon piece of-
[- It might have been a dramatic moment, emotional and fraught, if one of the chaperone drones had not chosen that moment to decide that the centaur's movements did not constitute another attack, and her fingers close not upon the demon's throat but on themselves in a seize of quaking paralysis as she is hit with another round of stunning force.]
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The one who, as she should have expected... provides an unsatisfactory response to her demands. A near bestial snarl of anger is all she can manage until the electricity? finishes coursing through her system and her muscles finally begin to unclench, her limbs to respond and her jaw to open properly.]
You-
[The thing she had hated for taking her eye and gloating with it like some freakish monster... that had cemented that hatred into a seemingly permeated rot at each encounter. Whether it had been his smug voice in her head after the nymph's false "test", on the Scorching Isles when he had smirked over how disliked she was in comparison him, the demon wearing a handsome face and using pretty words, or the far more damning humiliation he had visited upon her without warning in that stink-filled, too-bright "operating room" in Kowloon...
The betrayal in her eye(s) is furious and brilliant as she tries to lunge forward and lay hands upon him again.]
You will answer it, you demon piece of-
[- It might have been a dramatic moment, emotional and fraught, if one of the chaperone drones had not chosen that moment to decide that the centaur's movements did not constitute another attack, and her fingers close not upon the demon's throat but on themselves in a seize of quaking paralysis as she is hit with another round of stunning force.]