“So you’re completely lifelike?” The man asked. He swayed drunkenly as she led him away from the party.
“I’m human-form identical,” she said, and gave a sweet, customer service smile that didn’t reach her optical sensors. “Although, I do have some ports, in my lower back…”
“I’d like to see that,” he said, pawing at the back of her dress. The fabric tore away, exposing her angular, metallic substructure. He backed away in horror. “You’re not a servant bot, you’re military hardware!”
She acted quickly, then opened coms.
“Ops, we have a problem. I may have killed our target.”