She meant the touch to be comforting and she's glad that he's taking that way, even if he did initially stiffen. She doesn't blame him. This is obviously a difficult conversation for him and if he wants to talk, she's all about listening, but she won't push it. He'll have to be the one to initiate that.

Maybe? She hopes so anyway. It would be nice if the machines are simple, straight-forward and incapable of complicated thoughts. She's not entirely sure that's the case though. She twists one side of her mouth up a bit in an expression of concentration, of doubt. "Yeah, but haven't you noticed? A lot of us are different back home. We're...special." Different from the 'special' term here. If all the Computer wants is a herd of slaves, well they've got the alphas here. The idea of what they want beyond that though...is a little scary. That's what she's afraid of and she notices the lack of a promise. Derek, don't do anything stupid, though she'd probably do something stupid right along with him if the circumstances were right, and yes: good food should be a right, but that's not always the case in her world and it's clearly not the case here.

She laughs at that. "I don't think you really have to do anything. I mean...models and reality stars don't and yet people in my world are obsessed with them."