[ that throws her for a loop; she's so used to people telling her (occasionally loudly and angrily) that you can help being what you're made to be that her old excuse of "well, I can't help it!" rings uncomfortably false hearing it now. She's not sure if she feels strange about it because she doesn't buy that any more, or because she doesn't totally not buy it either-- whose side is she on, anyway? Some of that muddled mess shows on her face for a moment before she returns to having a carefree expression ]
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Who, robots? Yeah, I guess.