Covering Ayala's injuries became the primary concern at that point. Namely the hand shaped bruise on her injured arm and the gash on her wounded hand. The massive bruise on her shoulder was easily hidden under her shirt.
Unfortunately, she was in no state to be trying to bandage her own wounds.
While it took some convincing, Sun did eventually coax the woman into allowing him to administer proper treatment. Though she was obviously tense and uneasy, she cooperated without putting up a fuss as the animatronic carefully went about the business of tending to her.
She allowed Sun to give the gash on her hand a proper cleaning. She managed to keep still as he went about the business of wrapping her hand with gauze.
Sun was extremely careful with his movements; but also incredibly skilled. His medical programming shined in this scenario. He neatly wrapped the gauze around her hand and did so without applying too much pressure to the injuries. Similar could be said of the bruise on her opposite arm.
Overall, the process was about as physically comfortable as it could be without application of pain relief.
Ayala seemed to be at least somewhat unsure of how to feel about the whole ordeal. As was noted by how she stood idle for a short while and simply stared at the bandages once Sun had finished.
Her expression was peculiar. A sort of calm unhappiness? The animatronic could not quite place it. Though she was very obviously in a state of deep thought. So her expression could just as easily be a sign of concentration.
"Ayala?…" Sun quietly spoke, mostly attempting to get the woman's attention. Her silence and peculiar expression was admittedly making him a bit nervous. More nervous, technically. Given that someone was going to show up and begin asking them a lot of questions here shortly.
The woman offered a hum at this, seemingly jumping ever so slightly as a result of being caught off guard. She had been deep in thought, after all.
"Hm?" Ayala hummed curiously, turning her attention to Sun. The animatronic offered a rather uncertain look. Sort of a forced, nervous smile.
"Are you alright?…" Sun inquired, rather hesitantly at that. In a way, he was afraid that asking the question would result in things falling apart.
What followed was an uncomfortable period of silence. The woman just stared at him for a while.
Her expression was eerily calm. No anger. No, anything, really. She had a vacant, calm expression.
"No." Ayala finally replied.
Despite the negative implications of her response, she did not sound upset.
Instead of elaborating further, she simply walked past Sun to go to her fridge. She had not eaten since the night before. So she was rightly hungry.
Still, her response only made Sun more nervous. Her behavior was setting off some red flags. At the same time, he couldn't tell what those flags meant.
Why was dealing with adults always so difficult?
Children were much easier to work with.
The animatronic was so unsure of how to go about responding to that revelation that he could not even bring himself to ask for additional details. This resulted in Sun simply standing awkwardly nearby and watching as Ayala went about the business of preparing herself a simple breakfast.
The next hour or so was spent in silence. The animatronics silently watched Ayala prepare her meal and eat.
She made herself a simple mixture of ground meat and eggs, which she washed down with milk.
Part of why it had taken her so long to prepare such a simple dish was due to the fact that she had to clean her cooking utensils before and after cooking, because everything was still dirty. The animatronics had certainly made sure the house looked relatively clean. The fact of the matter was that everything was still covered in a thin layer of grime. A simple wipe down with a wet rag did not make for a thorough and proper cleaning.
Sun and Moon were both able to sense the approach of the woman's friend before she could be made aware of his arrival. He approached as she was drying off her dishes.
There came a knock at the door, but Ayala was not even given the opportunity to answer it. Her friend simply barged into the building. A scowl was obvious on his features as he did so.
He took notice of the animatronics first, and visibly flinched in response to their presence. However, he made no move to take hostile action towards them. Instead, he quickly moved his attention to Ayala, who now stood behind her counter.
She wore what could be described as a tired but nervous expression.
"Show me." A sudden demand passed Logan's lips without hesitation. A demand that the animatronics did not quite understand at first.
Until they observed as the woman calmly unbuttoned her shirt.
Not all the way. Just enough to allow her to pull the cloth aside so that she could allow him to see her injured shoulder.
Sun winced at the sight of it. While he knew that she was injured, and could detect the injury, this was the first that he had actively seen it. The guilt he felt at that moment was obvious in his expression.
Moon, on the other hand, simply avoided looking at the aftermath of his actions. He did not want to see the damage that he had caused.
The visiting male remained silent for a moment as he examined the woman's injury. He felt around her shoulder, mindful not to press down anywhere that appeared to be afflicted by swelling. After which he helped her properly fix her shirt.
"Explain." Logan commanded, his voice stern as he helped Ayala button up her shirt.
The woman responded with a sigh.
"I fell down the stairs." Ayala quietly replied, obviously avoiding eye contact as she spoke.
An audible noise of annoyance escaped the man in response to this.
"That's the story you're going with?" Logan replied, his voice making it quite clear that he wasn't willing to believe such an excuse.
This only made the animatronics more nervous.
"Oh, silly me! Clearly I came home and the animatronics had to fight over which of them got to introduce themselves to me first. So I became their rope in a game of tug o war." Ayala replied, her tone incredibly sarcastic as she spoke. She had since shifted her gaze to look her friend dead in the eye. Her expression had taken on signs of annoyance.
"Yes, that's the story I'm going with! I made it to the stop of the stairs when a robot face popped out in front of me! Next thing I know I'm at the bottom of the stairs, my arm is killing me, my suitcase is busted open, and my shit is all over the floor!" She then stated, providing a short and somewhat crass version of the story that she had established with Sun and Moon.
In response to this, Logan gave her a long, prying look.
When she refused to say anything else, he wound up turning away to examine the state of the house. The floor was pretty much clean. There was no obvious debris.
The suitcase that Ayala had supposedly fallen down the stairs with had been pushed off to the side, but it was still clearly in view. Purposefully in view. He cast her one more glance, as if giving her the chance to come clean and tell him the truth.
When she still said nothing, he simply stepped away to go and inspect the suitcase.
Sun stepped out of the way as Logan walked past.
He stopped for a moment to examine the state of the suitcase. He noted that it was definitely broken. That the damage on the outside definitely lined up with it having fallen down the stairs. That matched just fine.
The problem was that Ayala's injuries did not quite line up with the story.
He was no fool, and she knew it.
She knew that he wouldn't buy the story that he had been given.
The real power dynamic here was the attempt at convincing him to accept the story. In convincing him not to pry for additional information.
Whether or not he did so would depend entirely on how committed she was to the bit. How committed she was to pretending that she was telling him the truth.
Beyond that, he also knew that her story was going to contain a mixture of truths and lies.
This was a whole song and dance that he was familiar with for some very specific, undisclosed reasons.
She was protecting someone. That much was obvious.
The question was who.
Luckily for Sun and Moon, it would never cross Logan's mind that the woman meant to protect them.
They were machines programmed to perform a specific purpose. Rogue AI were incredibly rare. It was rarer still for an animatronic to go rogue without the issue immediately being reported. So he fully believed that their presence in the woman's home was something entirely intentional. That she had unfortunately forgotten that they had been delivered.
Ergo, he was questioning who specifically it was that was in need of her protection.
Was it the people who had delivered the animatronics?
Was it the housekeeper who had supposedly cleaned the house while she was away?
Had someone else been in her home? Someone who unintentionally harmed her in a state of panic?
As of now, he had no means of knowing.
So the plan now was to decide if this was an issue pursuing, or if it was something that was better left alone.