Chanel can see the reset. She moves to lean companionably on his shoulder, to really keep the motor whirring, as it were. She’s certainly not one to say this in so many words, but she really is proud of him and what he’s achieved, here. It looks difficult, and at the very least, he’s stepping so far outside his comfort zone. But all of that would sound stupid out loud.

She lets her grin become a little manic, instead, the kind of smile a supervillain would make. “Oh, you see, though, I’d love your robot to start the technological insurrection. We’d be spared, as its creators.”