Gina sighed, leaning on the terrace rail overlooking the shimmering sea. Listening to the endless chatter of songbirds whisking by, catching the oceanic breeze and fluttering higher up above. The bristle of leaves from potted exotics whipping their limbs around freely on the terrace. The sun proudly shone up above letting its hot rays tickle through the thick canopies. The hot sun felt pleasant over her skin, the warm air kissing her thighs — It felt all just perfect.

She leaned her head into her arm, finding its warmth comforting. Taking in the distant view of the waves crashing against the shore and little figures coming and going from the surf.

She took a deep breath of the ocean fragrance, almost tasting it —

' — and if you stick around, death won't be nothing to you '

She gave out a low gasp, her back arching as she grasped the railing harder. She averted her gaze from the ocean and set it coldly over the robust mountain peaks thick with fog.

'Was he right?' She winced.

She sighed, feeling terrible over the fact she'd betrayed him — At the last second too. She simply had no choice…but he'd been so…kind.

Skkkrrrreeee!

She wrinkled her nose, leaning on her side now against the railing and reluctantly gazing toward Cameron's workshops. She could see a small crowd walking the width of the parameter. She deduced they were closely guarding it — Some of them glanced in her direction but not long enough to meet her gaze.

She heard another loud thunderous bark of an engine — followed by a sharp racket.

The car had been at it for hours — Kitt, had been at it for hours.

She felt her heart sink, her hands lightly pushing against the rail. Eager to head inside — she held still for a moment as honk after honk suddenly pierced the wind's somber sweep over the tree line. Several birds fled in a panic over the house's rooftop.

The poor thing wanted to go home, in a way so did she but there wasn't anything left there for her. She didn't think there was or perhaps, she did not want to accept the possibility.

A chill finally ran up her spine as a louder shriek of the loud horn escaped the shop.

It was only a computer but it seemed so…alive…

' — and if you stick around, death won't be nothing to you.'

She heard his eerie voice whisper to her again, his fond blue eyes begging.

She took a step back from the railing, gently clasping her ears.

Had she doomed the computer? Had she murdered someone?

Kitt was so expressive, she knew that. But wasn't it all artificial? Granted, she didn't think she'd have the heart to tear the battery terminals free from their holds even if it were an option. He seemed so…almost human.

She shook her head quietly to herself, the bathrobe gingerly fluttering at her knees.

'Almost.' She painfully retold herself, 'Almost, ' she hesitated to believe. 'Almost,' she wanted to cry.

— But…If it counted? Killing a creature could be called murder in some cases. Didn't have to be a human necessarily…so then…didn't Kitt count?

She…She… — Didn't want to dwell over it too badly.

Springing to life she fled the balcony, her lush bathrobe brushing along the expensive furniture as she tried to lose herself in the fragrant luxury surrounding her — but it only made her guilt settle tighter somewhere in her throat.