"No. I said I have no proof. I never said that I didn't believe you, or that I didn't trust you. There is a difference." He had a finger raised, pointed directly at the scanner, and he realized he was actually shaking with anger. He willed himself to calm, to listen what was being said.
"You do not serve me." His voice was tight as he realized where some of the anger was coming from. A sentient being, such as himself, forced into a position of servitude. The arguments he'd used to justify it over the years were ringing hollow when he heard them coming from another, towards him. He had no desire to be responsible for this car's indentured status, to be any party to it.
He lowered his finger, feeling ridiculous. Deep breaths, eyes closed. That was a first, to be accused by someone of being too human. It was almost laughable. He had no response to that, so instead he just nodded without opening his eyes, and repeated his earlier statement. "I trust that you are who you say you are. If I didn't, you wouldn't be here now."