She only listened and thought. All information given was added to the simulation. It was that way with her; things that passed without comment would re-emerge later as though she had been thinking about her answer the entire time. Timing, timing, timing. 

But you did not get the sense that she disagreed with [i]anything [/i]you said.

She watches your hands. The motion, the limitation, the adaption. Her mind calculates how to strengthen the relevant muscles, what the tradeoffs would be, and if the current adapation meets requirements. She takes a second bite of her cake, then a third - and then slides her spoon across the table to you. Completely thoughtlessly, for a move so considered. 

"... I haven't thought enough about pain. Too reliant on synskin protection. Will need to take this in stages," said Machia. "First, calibration. Then focus tests. Then - battle tests. My goal will be to get you to a state where you can wear my headphones in an active arena match." She tapped her fingers. "I know what I've been neglecting. I've been thinking in terms of this bloodless corporate Aristeia! for too long. That's not where it started, that's not where [i]I[/i] started, and that's not where Taowu started. Have you ever been to an underground Aristeia! match?"