[He's comfortable to hold, a warm solid weight pressing her into the sofa cushions, yet so soft. (Holding A2 would be a lot different, as much padding as time has stripped away from her metal frame. The thought flits through her circuits and she doesn't bother to chase it, because haha, like that would ever happen.) There's a slight uptick in her pulse; she's not sure if the warmth spreading through her originates internally or if it's the heat he gives off, but it doesn't matter. It's nice either way.]

They had nowhere to fly, so they learned to swim.

[It doesn't take a specialized unit to see the comparison he's making.]

I... I still worry about what's going on back home without us, but... I feel like we can be more here, you know? This is where we get to swim. [a slight, self-conscious giggle] Or something.