You were answered by one of the robot maids. The orange one.

There was an entirely different energy here now. This was not a diligent, demure, submissive doll even though she was still dressed like one. She was awake and aware, eyes sharp, smile sharper. It took a double take to register that she was still in the uniform because it felt like you were up against a shark in a suit - but no, she'd just undone her top button and her cufflinks. Somehow those little breaks filled her with a sense of presence.

"Good evening, Ms. Kade," said the orange one. "I am fully authorized to act on Mrs. Everest's behalf. This conversation cannot be escalated. Do you have an update on the Hecatoncheires already?"