Cool? Dolores gave Richie an odd look, not quite sure he was being sincere. It was a child's toy, she didn't expect it to mean much of anything to anyone but herself. "It was a game my creator made for me, to help me find the center. Of myself." It felt weird saying it aloud, wasn't sure a human would find it that significant. They never had to struggle to be aware. They just were. William had just tossed it aside like it was a joke, after his obsession of trying to figure what the maze had meant. She had warned him it wasn't meant for him.
"Mm, I see," she hadn't really known what to do with the cash she'd been given. Didn't need it for the restaurants. Dolores wasn't sure she was all that ready for a pet, either, even after a false life of living on the ranch, not when she was still struggling to figure out how to properly care for herself. "I was told shopping can be good therapy," she glanced toward the compound. "Maybe I'll check it out."