"I have been programmed to deal with any frequency and most loud noises." She stared him, and continued "Plus, I have been sitting next to that for years. I've grown quite used to it. Or I can tune it out."
"Free. That is what I am usually called." She answered simply, and looked at the exit to the building.
"Well, Free, you may call me Frozen," he said, as they exited the building, "Please be discreet about the windigo thing, I don't want anypony to know."
"Frozen. Noted." She froze for a moment, "And I will keep silent about this." She bowed her head once, and followed him out.
"Thanks," he said in a gentle tone, "I don't think anypony would quite understand I have no intention of harming them. Most think of Windigos when they think of the Hearth's Warming Eve festival. The reality is...different."
"I am not made to side with species. They are all equal, in their own ways." She said blankly, she now moved her mouth, so nobody was suspicious of her inanimation.
"None are made to pefrection. Their flaws can be their in many ways. Like judging your species." She looked around.
"We will be visiting the canterlot castle's public library today," he said, "I have some research I must do while we are in Canterlot."
"I would think you came from the North. Or the summits." She guessed, "That where most come from I believe."
"I dont think I could ever see it. I lock up at extreme temperatures. What are you going to study?" She asked, always full of questions.
"The nature of my kind, so that I can chase myths and conjecture in the hope of finding a solution to my curse."
"A long existence can be a burden." She agreed, and put her tongue back in her mouth. "But it isnt your fault you have the urge to consume sadness."
