[she nods along patiently, mentally kicking herself for the way her heart momentarily lifts at 'Binary'; the Binary he's referring to is, somehow, not the holy language she and the machines of her universe speak—she and R2 have already been over this. A bit haughtily:]
In my time, machines are ministered to by proper enginseers and tech-priests, like myself—all but novices can speak Binaric. There isn't a need for sentient constructs to 'fill the gap', as you've—oh, frak..
[she cuts herself off as she catches sight of a flash of something small and metallic lurking behind the nearest shelf. Sure enough, when she puts out a hand, it meets the invisible barrier that's now enclosing herself and 3PO.]