"You have an arena?" She's never understood the appeal of that kind of sport, but understanding people has never been part of her particular curse. And who is she to tell fully-formed beings what they're allowed to consent to?

The robot in reception is new, but otherwise, it's very much like any other doctor's office. Mostly she's noticing the lack of old magazines. But the receptionist gets a smile, and the doctor gets a giggle. "Thank you."