action.
[john actually laughs at what she says and her attempt at the robot voice before he winces slightly and then nods] Yeah, that whole automatic length. Good robot impression by the way.
[there's a light smirk on his face as he lifts his gaze to meet her own with a soft amused smirk. he breathes in, watching her face for a moment as her wryness shifts into something more genuine, and it affects him.
he releases the breath trapped in his chest.]
There are? I want to help. ...when I'm more sober.