It's easy for him to see that she's distressed -- pale and unsettled -- and he responds with a searching, perplexed, perturbed look.
The way she's gripping his hand means that her request is unlikely to be the result of something he's done. Timing suggests that it's probably something to do with the mail delivery, and she hadn't seemed too concerned about the grenades... she'd been pleased about the clothing. The only part of the delivery that she'd been unhappy with was the hat. But what the connection is between the two things, particularly for an A.I., he can't say. Maybe something has been building for a while, as she regains her strength, and some small element of what's happened in the past fifteen or twenty minutes finally got her to the breaking point.
What, though?
She hasn't told him to leave; she's merely asked for him to call her something else. That's not too difficult, although he thinks of her as Allison... when he thinks of her as he falls asleep, he thinks of Allison, what Allison will like, whether or not he can make Allison smile. More than anyone else, though, he knows that a different name does not make someone a different person.
"I'll call you whatever you want me to call you," he replies quietly. "Tex. Are you all right?"
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The way she's gripping his hand means that her request is unlikely to be the result of something he's done. Timing suggests that it's probably something to do with the mail delivery, and she hadn't seemed too concerned about the grenades... she'd been pleased about the clothing. The only part of the delivery that she'd been unhappy with was the hat. But what the connection is between the two things, particularly for an A.I., he can't say. Maybe something has been building for a while, as she regains her strength, and some small element of what's happened in the past fifteen or twenty minutes finally got her to the breaking point.
What, though?
She hasn't told him to leave; she's merely asked for him to call her something else. That's not too difficult, although he thinks of her as Allison... when he thinks of her as he falls asleep, he thinks of Allison, what Allison will like, whether or not he can make Allison smile. More than anyone else, though, he knows that a different name does not make someone a different person.
"I'll call you whatever you want me to call you," he replies quietly. "Tex. Are you all right?"