Cameron finished off her latest drink and thought for a few milliseconds - a long time for a machine mind. She reached into her purse and pulled out a plain white business card which she slid across the table to Kurt.
"My name and telephone number. If you aren't bothered by what I am, I'm not bothered by what you are. You could call me."
Her smile was thin, but honest. "Maybe I was sent here so I could try to have a life."