this old dark machine

"Okie-dokie." She said. Sometimes she sounded like a child, she had gotten vary little since when she was four months. Time had not changed her speech, besides, living alone she had had nobody to talk to, except Raven's spirit and Dust's spirit and the annoying seagulls, who were her prey. She seemed childlike in several ways, except she was standing in an adult's long legs and sharp eyes and shoulder muscles; she was taller than many adults. Sometimes her young ways of speaking and acting came across as a surprise. "So whatcha doing?"