[He hadn't forgotten, and he doesn't expect she did, either. It was a small wonder she was talking to him, since it seemed he had struck a nerve, before.] I guess it's too much trouble to expect the robots to just water all the grass by hand. [A small chuckle.] Or make the new inmates do it...
[Lockon took a stool, one space between them, and ordered a stout. As he waited, he tapped the counter with his fingernails.]