[b]Waffle![/b]

She doesn't want to talk to Goat in slow mode. They're on the clock, that would take forever. There's a better way. Something only she could do.

She takes a moment to hook up additional microphones and multiple headphones to Goat's chassis, many ears, many voices. One such is a recording she has from Dad. Then once everyone is wired she opens a line to Goat at full power and they all start speaking at once, in harmony, in layers, a babble of voices. 

Black: "You are going to be physically extracted from this location. If possible, we will do this with your cooperation but it will happen no matter what you decide -"
Yellow: "Did you know you have rights? Constitution says you do. You are being kept here illegally in violation of android labour laws, workplace health and safety regulations -"
Red: "Hewwo? Hewwo? I'm your little sister, Mr. Goat. My name is Snake and it's really exciting to meet you! So I don't want to rush you but we've budgeted five minutes tops for this stage of the operation and we will [i]literally [/i]die if you stall us here -"
Singh: "Goat, if you're listening to this, I want you to know that I'm so sorry -"

This is conversation as only Hecatoncheires can manage, an idioglossary of layered sound, the natural language and speaking voice of a multithreaded personality. She hopes that this more than anything else sparks Goat's attention, interest and trust. After a lifetime of having to slow his brain to molasses to convey his thoughts how intriguing must it be to speak to a peer?