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He grins a bit at the way she hooks her arm through his. She's certainly not shy and that's nice. "Sounds exactly like someone I could use in a place like this. Someone I get along great with, I mean."
He glances around as she does and even more as she gives her explanation. "Who runs the robots?" Because he figures there must be someone or something that gives them orders and directions, but before he can think too much about it, she's off on talking about people from different worlds, realities and timelines. That's mind boggling to say the least. "Huh. So it's a whole Les Miserables situation. They don't care that the guy was stealing bread to feed his family. He's a thief. Go directly to jail. Do not pass go."