Gor blinked at her. She didn't look that much older than him... But from her statement, it was obvious that it had been some time ago... Why was it he suddenly felt like a red dragon after a gold had just moved into the neighborhood?
"I'm that way with my dice." In fact, he still had his jade dice in his pocket just now. It wasn't purposeful or like he never meant to let go of them again -- he'd sort of gotten over that yesterday. He'd just forgotten to take them out of his pocket the previous night, and that was all.
"Poor Walter," Gor agreed with real feeling, with real sympathy, both towards the deceased robot and her experiments. He would have been upset had that happened to him...
"I guess it's just easier for me to look at on paper," he decided. Especially since there was only one laptop and two of them. On paper, you could doodle, cross things out, and generally make a mess of things without actually making a mess of things.