The Estate's meticulously kept gardens, including a hedgemaze that students have occasionally described as "sadistic" and a sizable rose garden. Benches in shaded spots are plentiful, and the gardens are popular to study in on pleasant days. The nearby stables are still maintained with a number of well-heeled equines.
"Because it won't work. You cannot create an alloy by hammering two pieces of metal together. You will only damage the metal." At least her metaphor-processes seem to still be intact.
"And who are those experts?" Ashlie's servos are straining against Will and eventually she budges simply because she doesn't particularly feel like being toppled, taking a couple steps to follow Will.
"You have an idea where to look. What you're suggesting would almost certainly result in data corruption at best and a massive breach of campus security at worst. I cannot allow a datastream to potentially gain control of the systems I have access to."
"If I could mope then I would not be malfunctioning." she notes, taking Will's hand and pulling it off her wrist with the determination of, well, a machine.
Will's wrist elongated as she stubbornly tried to keep her hold. "No! You're so broken you don't realize your broken. I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me."
"The infirmary has been informed, in case you need assistance." she points out before she walks away, pulling the sleek gauntlet off and placing it back in her pocket.