If he had been expecting her to say no that was okay or just shrug it off well he had another thing coming. That was like wagging a bone in front of a dog and saying 'you can have it, but only if you really want to'. "Well then hell fucking yeah those are the terms. The apron and nothing else. Honor my ass, it's about having you strut around naked in an apron like I'm gonna give up that opportunity. Who the hell wouldn't want to see you mostly naked?" Like she would have responded any other way. This was totally his fault now, he let her run wild with it.
Getting up to go look at the cabinet and make sure it had lots of stuff in it, she wasn't quite sure what to say about that. "Well I guess when you put it that way.. maybe. I mean it was coming after every potential anyway. I guess giving the power to defend themselves was better then us just trying to keep them all safe. Cause that was.. seriously failing. And you're right, there won't be any left." Not if things happened the way that Fray girl told it. Though that was only a second hand story. It looked like everything in the cabinet was good to go, not that she expected any less.
Her back was still turned to him, "It's a fucking robot, I don't give a fuck how much of it is organic. You build it, it does what you want, it's a fucking robot. And in some cases it's a literal fucking robot." The corner of her mouth twitched up slightly. She listened, and since she wasn't facing him it was easier to keep her face and her voice neutral about shooting his father. And it didn't sound like Wes cared much about pulling the trigger. "I kinda wish I got that option. But after my dad stopped beating the shit out of us, they said he died. He just went to jail though for murder. And I didn't see much of the woman that called herself my mom." She turned around to go get another cigarette.
"I did bash in the head of the guy who was her pimp though, close enough." She said as she lit up a cigarette when there was a knock at the door. Must have been food.