[Ortho is oddly quiet, his head resetting to its proper position. He is so quiet that it's almost possible to hear the mechanisms within him working, if not for the sounds of the street around them.

There are so very many questions he wants to ask, on an information gathering level. But what she says sounds... so familiar, so true, that the AI that governs his emotions is stalling. This isn't something he should ask so wantonly about, he can tell.]

You were made... to resemble someone who went before you?

[. . .]

I understand that. I'm... sorry your experience comes with such a bug.

[That's something that should be patched quickly!]