She has never known such what? Irritation? Inconvenience? The A.I. set in place to manage the individual Conn-Pods had not been capable of being so human. As much as she may proclaim to loathe it, the fact that she can communicate things like disdain and discomfort puts her far, far above anything Mako has ever encountered.

Mako shrugs one shoulder, subdued. "Monsters from the sea," she says simply. It is The A.I.'s choice whether or not she would like to believe it. She is not sure how unbelievable the notion may seem to anyone who has also been displaced into Manhattan. "It does not matter anymore. Manhattan made sure of that."

Eager to divert the subject, she tilts her chin in false, noncommittal dismissal. "What about you? Did you end up there too?"