[ There's a glance over to Jack then, a confused look as if she's missed something but she doesn't comment. Instead, she focuses on breakfast and while everything is cooking up -- she swaps to the coffee. Two mugs pulled down from her cabinet and she begins to serve them to their preferences. Black for her while however Jack likes it for him -- she definitely knows the way he takes his coffee and that says something.

She'll drop his mug in front of him before moving with hers back towards the bedding area -- and her closet! Looks like she's finally going to put on pants. ]

I'm just speaking as an unbiased consumer. If you were the mascot I saw every day, I would rethink where I placed my trust.

[ Unbiased, sure. But still, she's got a pair of jeans and is doing the ol' hop and jump around thing over here. ]

I'll be honest, I'm still not quite sure how that's supposed to work. I assumed cybernetics? I'm waiting for the day you take it off and it's all a bunch of metal. But if it's your face, it's your face. Now, no peeking. I have to change my shirt.

[ Which is promptly what she's going to do next. Out with the old! ]