Yes, working robots, talking robots, walking robots, slithering robots... All sorts. She had that AI program back home but that was home and her head was not here. Willard. Poor, lonely Willard.
"No, I think I'm good... No offense or anything but I've been doing shit like this since I was fifteen. Well, I mean, not this scale but smaller things," okay, she couldn't really explain to be honest. Very few could accept that a fifteen year old girl had gone to college. Little did she know.