[ 2B smooths her fingertips down the front of the disc held within the broken case, marveling at how well-preserved it is for having been left alone for so long. With as much gentleness as she can muster, she gently lifts the disc from its slot, only for it to crack and shatter in her hand. With a soft click of her tongue, she drops the case in order to turn her attention back to 9S, folding her arms across her chest as she watches him dig into the box. ]

I guess I can understand. The propagation of their species is reliant upon it. [ Her tone is low even as she shifts closer again to get a better look at the magazine in his hands, its rusted staples barely holding the brittle pieces of paper in place. The centerfold is faded and warped, but the image of a topless woman coquettishly looking up towards the viewer as she contorts her body for the camera is clearly visible.

2B supposes that the woman is pretty, with long, flowing hair and smoldering eyes. Her breasts are full and impossibly round, leading her to believe that they were artificially enhanced. ] And such sights... were stimulating for them. [ She says thoughtfully. 2B reaches out, gingerly, lifting one of the pages as 9S turns the magazine over. ]

... You seem rather interested in them. [ She shifts her gaze to his face behind her visor, her expression still unreadable. ] I would think that any other data we gather on the matter would be extraneous at this point.