[ 2B can practically hear 9S' internal processors go into overdrive as she approaches. Some part of her is gratified by this in a strange, twisted way; she's only ever heard him do this for her, and it's only gotten worse in the aftermath of what happened in the basement. She stares at him steadily, listening to him speak.

She knows she's given him nothing to work with. That much is true. ]

How am I supposed to broach the subject? You haven't exactly been forthcoming, either. [ A pause as she considers his question. ]

I don't see it as a mistake. You wanted data. I wanted-- [ you ] -- to assist. It was a natural progression. Or did that mean something else to you? [ It did to her, but like hell is she going to admit that out loud. ]