Lorenzo sticks his tongue out to the side in slight disgust at the description.
"Put it that way and I kinda see what you mean.  I'll try and give you a bit of personal space when possible, then.  That said, how do Warforged handle heat distribution and maintaining mobility, anyway?  Ain't a wandhead, but always been a bit curious."
 

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"Yeah, that's a tongue.  Admittedly a bit burnt up, but a tongue.  Not like we get choices, but it's got perks.  Got a sense of taste or smell? Because if you do, ours are likely a lot better developed."
His mind seems to have begun wandering away from the issues and headed towards random life aspects.

Frances would have watched all of this going down as he folded his arms and said "Well this will be an experience..." He said as he thought for a moment and said "Well, ya'll have fun, I'm going to have a walk around town, see if I can't find something for a bit of income." He said heading back out to find a part time job.

Jennifer walked up to Unit, either unaware or undeterred by the Warforged’s somewhat sinister greeting. Once she was before him, she bowed low to the ground, raising her wrists up as if waiting for them to be handcuffed.

Her next words had a solemn tone to them, as if they were partially recited.
“I’m sorry Unit, I was reckless and ignored Lorenzo’s advice about the Gumbo, and I didn’t even have the decency to control myself under its effects. I ruined your cloak and upset you. Because I have wronged you, I demand my right to pay penance for my wrongdoing, whatever you see fit.”

At the end she said the same phrase that had ended her usual prayers. “Nos Nihil Ante Vos.”

"Eh?" RC says, nudging toward Unit but respecting his boundaries by not touching him. "That was a pretty sincere apology, yeah?"