”I am. I just don’t know how to be fun with people who talk with robots.” Dariel had to bring his hand to his mouth just after he spoke to stop himself from laughing. His head shake was enough to make it obvious on how unbelievable he thought she was. “Actually, it’s too late, already. Told ‘em it was something serious –– life and death situation. Ah, I do, just don’t want to do so with you.”
"I made that robot, I was just programming it’s voice recognition software." She gestured to the small, boxy looking thing. "Flip." The robot proceeded to cartwheel, barely managing the motion before it landed in a heap. "…Still got a few glitches." She faced him completely with her hands in her hips. "I suppose I could order the little thing to maim you in some way- so thank God you texted, might have just saved your life." The playfulness in her voice was obvious. "…Oi! Are you saying I’m not worth a smile? The cheek of you!"
“You’re such a child, I swear.” Gazing over to her, Dariel just shook his head at her and brought his attention back to his phone. “Whoever saw you right now would consider putting you in a mental institution.”
"You’re no fun, I swear." She mocked playfully, murmuring to the robot before letting the metallic hand go. "So I’m presuming you’re texting someone from the mental hospital to come get me? Tell them I’m busy… and come play with me. Do you even know how to smile?" She smirked slightly. "Do you?"
“For heaven’s sake are you listening to yourself? You absolutely make no sense, just stop talking.”
“I’m talking to a robot mate-I’m not trying to make sense.” She glanced over. “I mean- if you want my attention you’ve just got to ask, love.”