“Well, something sure the hell ain't right," Leto drawled from the other room, amusement in his voice. The first time he'd heard that robotic voice, he'd been disturbed. It wasn't what he was expecting, and something about it felt... wrong. Wrong, and disjointed, and not at all Oswin. Then, he made peace with the fact that there may well be things about Oswin he would never know, and would never understand. One of them included the way she seemed to his prescience. She shared traits with that time traveling doctor he'd recently met. Although it wasn't certain if Oswin herself was a time traveler, and she certainly hadn't seemed to agree to the idea at all, her path was so strangely twisted that he still had his suspicions that she was.
He walked out of his bedroom, a book in one hand and a Diet Coke in the other. He'd recently been introduced to the joy of straws, along with soda itself, and now every can of soda came with a straw. He didn't know where they came from, those straws - he certainly didn't have a stock of them in his apartment - but he liked them all the same.
"What are you up to, then?" he asked, dropping himself on the couch without any sort of decorum and sprawling, book over his knee for the moment.