The woman stood facing the tracks about a hundred feet away from where the girl sat. A gentle gust of wind caused her long black leather coat to flutter like a bird's wings, its movements having an almost liquid like fluidity. She looked like she was on her way home from or going to some sort of party, dressed as she was from head to toe in some sort of shiny latex.
TBQ didn't need to turn her head to see where Risha was sat. Sensors all over her outer skin tracked and monitored targets constantly. She bowed her head trying to force memories to the surface.
...System rebooting...
...Data corrupted...
...Unable to retrieve information...
It was the same every time, she couldn't remember who she was or what she was doing here. She did know two things for sure, as she turned and walked down the platform towards the sitting woman. She was weak something had damaged her and she needed to repair, and she was hungry, very hungry but that would be much easier to resolve.
TBQ smiled at Risha as she approached "Hi excuse me, do you know what time the next train is?" She asked in a disarming tone.
...Target acquired...