"Well let's just say, I owe you some credits." She gave off a slight smile while she watched him light up a cigar as if he was in some kind of old cop movie, she wondered if her answers weren't to his satisfaction if he planned to attempt a more threatening interrogation. His demeanor made her believe that he perhaps served time in some kind of army, however this was mere speculation, her grounds to base any of this information on was too limited to make a full assessment of the man, the only thing for certain was that he and his crew weren't a threat.

"A.I, yes they are worth a pretty penny, even him." She thought of how many times she had to repair him with pieces of scrap she had found, her longest surviving friend. "he's an old reconnaissance drone that was sent to check old buildings for any survivors, he found me." She giggled to herself. "At a time in which I didn't want to be found, so he took a bullet to the side." She pictured the moment, the bullet ricocheting hard off the metallic flying ball and knocking it to the ground, lifeless. "I repaired him with what I could, he's not perfect and pretty much held together by electrical tape. When he woke he didn't remember who he worked for, so after he learned that I repaired him he pledged himself to follow me." She looked at the ground, thinking of all the moments that the two had shared. "He's getting.. old." She spoke out loud but was more directing it to herself. "I don't think he has much left in him." This time she directed her words towards James, a tear slowly trailing down her cheek and hung for a second on the bottom of her chin before dropping onto her foot, she felt it but didn't react instantly, she padded her cheek with the sleeve of her dress and moved her gaze to a shelf in the room, feeling embarrassed for her sudden emotional state.