The woman shrugged. "Well, you know the situation far better than I do. If you say things are fine, I suppose I trust you." She had an odd feeling...as if the robot were hiding something. It was so strange, to be talking to a mechanical being that looked like a soccer ball but obviously had emotions.
"So, uh...I guess you'll want to come with me to my actual home then," she said finally. "I mean, it's probably no fun for you to just sit here in the garage all day." Oh gosh, what was she even saying? Could robots even have fun?