[The Doll isn't entirely sure she understands - he uses this armor to fight and to protect others, as a Hunter does, but he... isn't one? Perhaps he uses this tool to fight something other than beasts?

Nevertheless, she nods anyway. Whether she understands this man's role or not, she'll respect his wishes.]

Very well, Colonel. I am a doll, made to look after the Hunters of my dream.

[A pause. Her eyes look downward, and her voice takes on a more despondent tone - even as her face remains as stoic as ever.]

I have never left my home before. I am... unsure of what to do now that I am gone, but please. Let me know if there is some way I can be of help.