[ In some twisted universe, this is Lloyd's and Cecile's lovechild. Created in a lab. Look at her hair. She regards the machine a bit as it approached her, bouncing on her heels...] Aa... I think it's coming for me... I guess that means I should be off to do my chores.
[ Eheheh. Polite bow. ] I guess I'll have to go for now Miss Croomy! It's been really nice talking to you!