[b]White![/b] She waits it out. She's very aware that she was engineered to look and act the part of a cartoon sexual fantasy and, you know, fair enough to any human who laughs at it. She's one step away from being a sentient bodypillow, really, and it'd be churlish to begrudge anyone the natural reaction. It was what it was, and what it was was exactly what it looked like. Euna didn't know that she was trying her best to... transcend it, somehow. She does not sigh or look put out or comment afterwards. She's the weird bespoke one of a kind space robot with no social media presence, there's nothing anyone could do to learn about her unless she tells them. Most of the time she's content to let people assume she's just a weird android, but she wants Euna to train her and so it's important she knows what she's dealing with. So Euna gets the full version. But it felt... "Imagine your sense of humour was an independent person," said White. "Imagine it operated on its own, telling jokes and laughing at jokes as much as it could. When there were no jokes to tell or to laugh at, it goes inert and fades into the background until the opportunity arises to deliver a wisecrack. This is, essentially, how I am structured: different parts of me are distinct people, and they only interact when their specific conditions are met. If we were having a party in a bar, I, White, would either go silent or get up and leave and be replaced by one of my aspects that is better suited for interacting with a relaxing social environment. "These limitations can be pushed and explored, but they [i]are [/i]limitations. Red is optimized for crisis management; she can be taught to be a better crisis manager, but if you start talking about complex planning or regular training regimens she will lose interest. This is because those concepts literally don't fit in her brain; the part of her brain that deals with that is another person. "We are not digitally linked; we do not share data in a constant flow, we cannot perform synchronized complex motions without drill. There is no clearly marked core personality or overmind. In practical terms, we function analogously to a friendship group of highly specialized idiots with infinite trust extended to each other. One to three colours being present represents a normal amount of attention for an understood topic. The full spectrum being present represents absolute focus, which is usually a bit too intense and chaotic for most people's comfort. Knowing the desired mood and tone for learning in advance is helpful in coordinating the presence of the most appropriate colours." She hadn't done formal learning in a long time. A lot of what she learned she taught herself, or got from tests that ended with 'ah' and 'hm' and 'how interesting that you did it this way'. Humans more interested in observing her than teaching her. She learned, yes, data was made available to her and she naturally wanted to soak it in, but she mostly hadn't been [i]taught[/i]. The formal schooling she had was mostly to do with mission protocol, objectives and coordination with ground control - how to speak to humans. But it felt... it felt like she missed her siblings. She had to go through all of this because they were gone too. Over decades they'd vanished so entirely from society that the idea of them made people laugh in surprise. Like they hadn't even... the thought tapered out. That was for someone with more poetry than she had.