"Basically." A short nod. A lie. Not wholly a lie, though, and better than leaving him wondering. What she's told him is just uncomfortable; the rest is knowledge that shouldn't be shared. She starts dicing up the scone, although that doesn't work as well as for the less crumbly food items.

"If there was, someone else would've figured it out. Other Exos have spent years on this stuff, Hughes. Centuries, trying to figure out how we work and what's in our heads. The things they've tried- I don't want to waste my time the same way. Got too much to do."