Mike walked over to grab the arm of the Mechanical Girl; it seems he doesn't plan to show gentlemanly manners in its presence, looking at it like he's observing a drunk driver.
The Mechanical Girl refused to show weakness and rejected the inspection, swiftly dodging behind me.
"It means no harm and even rescued Doctor Du from drowning, so don't provoke it." I stepped in to mediate, hoping Mike wouldn't antagonize the Mechanical Girl. If it was created merely for aesthetic purposes, it shouldn't have such divine power, and it even understands first aid. Therefore, I think it's a working-type Mechanical Girl, not just a whining little doll.
Mike withdrew his hand and stepped back, saying to keep an eye on it. If it interferes with our actions, he won't be polite.
There was something I hesitated to say: I'm not protecting the Mechanical Girl to safeguard it but to protect Mike, because if they fight, the one likely to die is Mike.
