Maeve is just...mentally in a weird place. Sure, it's weird, but at least it wasn't like...William. The Man in Black. He seems friendly and she just...feels off.

"Is it because we've all apparently murdered someone or?" She understands that's not the joke. So she sighs. "Forgive me. I'm just..." A vague gesture. "I think I preferred my deaths in Westworld." There's a longer sigh after that. "And at least I..." She's about to say at least I didn't know the people I killed for the most part and it barely mattered, but she knows how that sounds. Especially when she's argued so much about how much she matters as a person. "Nevermind."