Fine. Fine. She wants to go that route? Well, guess what, CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.]
Machine. thing. I command you to [points in the opposite direction] change your path! Immediately! [To which the roomba kinda does, kinda, after a few seconds of it meandering along before lightly bumping against the hallway wall and veering off at an angle. Success? Or plain luck? Or just predictive conniving planning on Ciel's part? Who knows.]