[He has to stop himself from putting a hand to his chest when she says that. It's sort of instinctive, at this point.]

So I have heard.

[He's quiet a moment again, just listening, with his head canted to one side. A gesture that looks more robotic than anything.]

No. You are not. There are... few good memory files in this old processor anymore.

... except for when I get to blow a few things up.