[Nathan would also be entertaining homicidal and-or suicidal thoughts and-or dying from some kind of embarrassment, so really, many layers of wrong there.
She doesn't linger quite long enough, but Chekov is ready to offer to help with the confetti clean up before the bot complicates the universe. Guilt for his earlier kissing-Kitty related thoughts is setting in in earnest.]
A robot shouldn't be so critical. [He looks at Kitty to measure her level of dismay.]