"Sorry he died, Drift." He's obviously been through some shit. Shit she can't even possibly hope to grasp. She'd hear him out, but the last thing she wants to do is pry more than she already does.

Maybe she's been too clingy. But he was the first bot she really met here. Maybe she's just a sucker for nice guys or desperate for companionship but she's starting to get the distinct feeling it goes beyond that. He is special.

She balks at the prod a bit, batting his hand away with a smirk.

"Good to know."

It really, really is.