2B will have to pardon Peridot's staring. The little gem is having some trouble reconciling the fact that someone so... aesthetically pleasing... also shares some key similarities in appearance with 9S. Which has her understandably wary, because 9S was very clear in his dislike of individuals of her sort of origin.

She stares at the offered hand, sweat beading on temples. A shaky clawed hand of her own starts to extend... but then she withdraws it abruptly and curls it into a fist, which she holds close to her chest. "I... Uh..." Peridot swallows nervously, and creaks out a question: "Who... are you?"