Lillian nodded appreciatively to the lead Dalek as they stood on the outskirts of his community's newly-built metal city.
"It is truly impressive, and honestly magnificent," she commented. "It's a shame you probably can't even appreciate the beauty of your own city."
"WE DO NOT EMPLOY THIS CONCEPT," he admitted. "WE PERCEIVE IT AS APPROPRIATELY FUNCTIONAL AND IN GOOD WORKING ORDER."
"Unlike ours?" she asked with half-smile.
"YOUR CITY IS WELL-SUITED TO YOUR NEEDS. ALTHOUGH THE REQUIREMENTS ARE DIFFERENT, IT FULFILS THEM AS EFFICIENTLY. IF THESE QUALITIES MAKE OUR CITY BEAUTIFUL, SO IS YOURS."
The remark brought her a laugh. "Has Stephen been pestering you about courtesy again? While he's right it helps build smoother relationships with humans, I'm used to your ways and I prefer straightforwardness, even when it's not what I'd like to hear."
"I WAS NOT LYING. I DO NOT THINK NECESSARY TO PLACATE YOU; I KNOW YOU ARE CLOSE TO DALEKS."
She grinned. "I remember the first time you told me something to that effect, how offended I felt. Now, coming from you, it does feel like a compliment."
His mechanical gaze oscillated slightly over her face. "I AM GLAD WE NOW TRUST EACH OTHER AND CAN FINALLY BOTH ACKNOWLEDGE OUR SIMILARITIES. WE ARE ALIKE, LILLIAN ROBERTSON. YOU ARE MUCH EASIER TO INTERACT WITH THAN OTHER LATOSHKIANS."
She raised a suspicious eyebrow: "Are you chatting me up?"
"NO, I AM SIMPLY STATING THE TRUTH. WE HAVE MUCH IN COMMON AND OUR ASSOCIATION IS HIGHLY BENEFICIAL."
"You so are."