[mouth opens. mouth closes. mouth opens again]

I--

[is--is this flirting? because it sounds like things Edgar says. So it must be. Right?]

[she makes an awkward strangled noise, because she cannot reconcile flirting with robot that outmasses me by two orders of magnitude, and the drugs have worn off enough for those two antithetical ideas to collide, although not enough for her to stop petting because she hasn't noticed that yet.]

....how does this even work?