Clu for the most part obeyed the instruction, backing up while keeping her hands up and in plain sight. Her face was still blank and emotionless, just watching and listening to what was asked of her. she could tell he was still a bit edgy about this entire situation, the experiment a bit confused considering she was no longer in weapons mode.
"My primary objective is collection of supernatural genetics. Humans do no fit this criteria unless born of a mutation that allows for inhuman abilities. The only reason I made an attempt to attack was due to your demand to see my father. I could not allow you near him, thus activating my defenses to disarm you. I was not going to damage or kill you. Humans are not of my interest."
All her words were cold but honest. she had no use for human blood. the only human that held any sort of importance to her was her father, and as long as she was learning he was the only one that would matter.

Kevin nodded his head as though he understood what she was saying.  Book-learning wasn't really his strong suit.  Action always held his attention longer than studying books and nonsense.  A gun in his hand, running, jumping, Kevin needed activity, he hated being cooped up.  Squinting his eyes momentarily as he weighed the honesty of her words, he let out a sigh, letting the end of his gun drop, no longer focusing it on her.

"So, you hunt supernaturals?"  Perhaps she could be useful to his organization.  Professor Gordon was always looking for new recruits that proved valuable.  If she could sense supernaturals and pinpoint their locations...  Mexico would never have to happen again.

Clu kept her hands visible even when he lowered his gun. She knew he was still more than likely uneasy and wouldn't be afraid to shoot her again. she listened to the question, eyes looking less distant and focusing more on him.
"In a sense, yes. I make it a more personal objective to track down the mutations that can occur within supernaturals. I am not required to kill them, but unlike with humans when they make attempts to run away, the new objective becomes to terminate and collect a sample."
she couldn't calculate where this was going, eyes watching Kevin carefully. she found him to be no threat given what her abilities were, but she didn't know if he would try to hurt her father by tracking him down somehow, making her keep her guard on some level.

"Interesting."  The word reflected in his voice, his curiosity was piqued.  This could mean all sorts of things for his group, for the entire hunter community.  Briefly, he envisioned a small army of Bambis rushing after a slew of monstrous supernaturals.  The thought made him shiver.  Perhaps just one was best.  

The direct method of contacting the father seemed too threatening at this point, he'd have no way to prove he meant the man no harm.  Truthfully, he didn't mean any harm at this time, that could always change depending on his orders.  Kevin considered his options, trying to see what the best course of action would be.  In the end Kevin could really only think of one.

"When you go back,"  Kevin put his gun away, in a show of good faith, "will you give a number to you father?  Tell him to ask for Price."  It wasn't a direct number to Professor Gordon, he'd practically be skinned alive if he just gave that out without confirmation.  All sorts of violations.  Kevin didn't feel like getting smacked down for allowing an information leak.  The number would be routed through to an Agent Price who sorted out real from phony and was an expert in covert operations.

Clu just watched him, eyes staying focused on him and any movement he could make as the gun was finally put away. she didn't move at first, just staring back as she listened to him talk about giving a number to her father and ask for Price. she gave a small nod, eyes never leaving their stare down at Kevin.
"What is the requirement of my father calling Price. He is not a being to call unknowns without reason."
she didn't know why there would be much interest in her father, he was just a retired scientist as far as she knew. Her memory went to when she woke up at home and was told she was abandoned in a sense. She'd learn more on just where she came from eventually, but she hadn't exactly gone snooping through her father's files yet. after today she was honestly starting to consider it.

His brows drew in together as be felt the gears turning in his head.  What could convince an obviously intelligent man to allow a group of strangers to use and train his daughter in the ways of hunting supernaturals?  Kevin ran several scenarios through his head.  

1) They'd hurt him if he didn't.  One glance at Bambi would confirm that was a terrible idea.  And nothing but a full team could even hope of neutralizing this 'experiment'.  So that was out.

2) It was the right thing to do.  No one ever listened to that.  There was only one motivator.  Only one that Kevin could think of that was universal.

3) Money.

"We're a well-to-do organization that seems to have synonymous goals in line with that of your father's.  It could very well behoove him to contact Agent Price and we may begin discussions.  We have facilities, money, manning..."  Where the words came from, Kevin wasn't sure, they sounded much more official than anything he normally used.  It must have been all of those briefings where they spent hours speaking in high-level text without ever saying a single cohesive thought.

Clu listened carefully, noticing the mild change in vocabulary. Her mind was picking up that this wasn't the first time he's said something like this, but didn't question it as she nodded.
"I will relay the information to my father. I can lock the phone number in my memory bank for the moment if you wish to tell me the number for Price verbally."

With practiced ease, he rattled off the digits of the number, everyone even mildly associated with the group knew the number by heart.  It was always manned and constantly watched.  Codes were passed and information updated and disseminated quickly.  Agent Price wasn't always there, but an Agent Price always answered the phone.

"You got that Robo-Girl?"  Kevin said after sounding off the digits.  He wasn't certain he could trust the strange girl, but he knew he had to at least try.  She had the potential to be a great asset in taking down supernatural nasties, Kevin only hoped that the Professor agreed.  There was risk in his actions, but nothing worth doing was ever risk free.

Clu listened to the phone number, eyes looking to space out as he spoke. Her eyes focused again, looking at Kevin with blank eyes at the title of robo-girl. She repeated the number, waiting for a nod to confirm that she had the correct information. She slowly lowered her hands now, but kept her palms visible so as to keep her hands on display for the other.
"May I leave and return to my home?"

Without thinking about it, he nodded confirmation to the repeated number.  Kevin almost felt bad, he'd held a girl at gunpoint.  All he had to do was look at her and see all that blood to be reminded he'd been right.  "Yeah, you might want to clean yourself up though..  You look like a massacre."  Taking a step in good faith he turned his back to her, grating his teeth as his training screamed at him to never do that very thing.  To earn trust, one must give trust.  "I'll see you around, kid."  Kevin started walking away, careful not to look back at her as he didn't want her thinking she'd be followed.  

Clu let her hands drop completely when he turned away. She didn't mind the state she was in, her mind not connecting that being covered in her own blood wasn't the best state to be in. As Kevin walked away, she spoke, the tone slightly different.
"Thank you. In case we meet further, my real name is Clu. Good day sir."
She turned to go further into the woods, moving to take a detour of sorts towards her home.