Steven shakes his head. "Too many bad things happen because people are willing to look the other way." He doesn't like it. Wishes things could be different. But that would be like wishing he was in a different realm of existence altogether.

It takes him a while to register that she's-- basically a robot. Like the one he pissed off in the library the other day.

"No! No not at all. You just-- I thought--" well he didn't see her bits or anything, good heavens no. But she could pass off more human than some humans he's met.

"I'm-- a lifelike thing too," he says quietly. It's a bit of a secret. "Not-- machine. Just-- imagination."