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[Texting? It's a bit beyond her abilities, considering typing mechanisms of any sort weren't exactly available in her tower. Not to mention that typing feels doubly unnatural with the alphabet all out of order and spaced strangely. Initially, the other two options aren't much better for her, and it takes some fiddling around before she gets the audio function to turn on.]

Um... hello? Am I doing this right? Can anyone hear me?

[Well, assuming she's using it correctly, here goes nothing.]

My name is Rapunzel, and while I'm sure that gigantic, talking, magic-living-statue person meant well, I really, really can't stay long. You see, I have a very important thing I recently set off to do, and if I don't go right back to take care of it, I may never have a chance to again... [She mumbles the rest of the sentence.] and I've kind of been waiting my whole life for it. [Ahem.] So, if anyone would be so kind to tell me how I could possibly return home, I'd be really appreciative.

[There's a small moment of thoughtful silence.]

But before I forget, by any chance, did someone by the name of Euge-- um, Flynn Rider get here before me? I know it might be a bit of a stretch, but I thought it might be a good idea to check.

[In all honesty, Rapunzel would be relieved to see a familiar face in this strange, enormous, intimidating world. That said, if there is some sort of hidden way back home, she'd need to make sure Flynn could return with her.]

Okay, I think that's everything I wanted to ask about.

...And I really do hope this strange thing is actually working and that I haven't been talking to myself this entire time.

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[The surface is metal but coated with something that makes it /just/ rough and tacky enough for there to be a bit of friction to let him pick up and handle things. It's cool but not as cold as she might have expected for metal. And if she listens closely, she can hear the soft sounds of his internal workings - the steady thrum of his engine, whirring of cooling fans, the buzz of electronics. Not that she'll know /what/ they are, but they're there.]

[Oops, caught! He flinches a little, looking duly contrite as he drops his gaze.]

Ah! I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I've just . . . never seen a human with hair longer than they are tall. I am concerned with it getting caught on something or someone back in there tripping on it, though. How long is it? I'll help gather it up if you need...

[Her head slightly tilts to the side as she takes in the odd touch and the strange sounds, though she doesn't outwardly question them. In all honesty, she didn't know what to expect from a robot, scale, feel, and sounds and all. Now she has a much more concrete idea. That said, she recognizes that the unusual -at least, her definition of it- is the norm here. Best she start to learn to accept it.]

It's all right, really. My hair is kind of weird for a lot of people. [There's a brief pause as she ponders the question.] As for the length, I think it's about seventy feet, but it's been a while since I last measured. But you don't need to worry about gathering it up...

[Rapunzel turns, takes a hold of her hair with both hands, and begins to quickly reel in golden locks with practiced ease, letting them pool and pile at her feet. Her head turns to look back at him with a small, sheepish smile.]

But... I might need help carrying it. Seeing as it looks kind of... sharp outside. [For lack of a better descriptor.] And like you said, the tripping thing.

[He would expect her to be used to handling all that hair by herself. He's still impressed with how quickly and easily she gathers it. Hell, he's impressed by the hair itself, even. It's so beautiful. At her comments, he just nods with a grin.]

It'd be my pleasure.

[If she has no objection, he'll carefully scoop it up into both hands, then shifts the pile into one and offers her the other, making sure to allow enough slack in between. Yep, he's considerate like that. She can settle comfortably in his palm, like sitting in a chair, if she chooses.]

((ooc: She'd be about the size, or maybe a little bit bigger, than if you or I were to carry a Barbie doll sitting in on our hand like that. ^,^))

[Between this being a completely new experience altogether and her ignorance (which she's starting to find annoying, despite it being intrinsic), it takes her a moment to realize she's meant to be carried along with her hair. When the figurative light bulb clicks, however, she quickly takes a seat, sitting neatly, even taking a small moment to smooth out her skirt.]

Thanks so much. So, um... should I hold onto anything, or...?

[Deckard is infinitely patient, and about to comment –it finally occurs to /him/ that she might not realize what he's offering (he's too used to Yuuta just…knowing…) –but then she sits. His thumb behind her makes a nice, if low, backrest, and his fingers curl a little, smallest finger loosely wrapping just forward of her hip.]

You're very welcome. You can hold onto my fingers if you'd like. My partner, Yuuta, used to rest an arm around my fingers.

Oh, okay!

[She does as he suggests, gently resting her hands on top of his fingers.]

I take it your partner was human too?

[A small grin tugs at his lips –yes, he's taunted and written off for it by many here, but he has only love and respect for the race that created him.]

Yes, he was. I was designed and built by humans, so I'm very used to dealing with them closely.

You were... built?

[Maybe it's just her, but she knows all animals and plants are born in some manner or another; it's mind-boggling to think that something else other than that birth could create life.]

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