"Huh. How curious. I have never had someone speak Arabic to me, so I'm not sure if that's on my list." But Maeve truly doesn't mind the idea of letting Stephen ramble about poetry. She's never quite understood it herself. The only real poetic phrase she knows was the one that started her on her journey to being awake. These violent delights have violent ends. "We get a few with flowery prose every once in a while. The gentlemen and fancy ladies. Otherwise, it's mostly men pretending to be Outlaws and Cowboys."

"Yes. I was in Westworld first, but then Shogunworld. There are others, I believe. I haven't been to those, however." She wonders how many got stuck in their parks, in their loops.

"It wasn't the best. They...made a copy of a friend of mine. He sacrificed himself for Hector and I to get where we needed to. They got some parts of him incredibly wrong, but of course, they would assume certain things." They wouldn't think a man could help a woman without being in love with her. But Lee was...different. "One of the few humans I respected before I arrived here."