Sounds about right. Programmed for awkward small talk and left to rot. [ He glances at Thomas, and shivers. ] That forced smile’s gonna haunt my dreams.

[ At the mention of the pool hut bots, he wrinkles his nose, and does not spare them a glance. ]

Those ones creep me worse. Like somebody tried too hard to make 'em human. Makes you wonder.

[ He tips his glass toward her again. ]

Much nicer. Cheers to that. How're you holding up, by the way?