"You dreamed," she breathes, more than slightly awed. She dreams, has a self-awareness, and a concept of herself. "That is - incredible."

She does not want to stare, but the person that stands beside her - ramrod straight, human in appearance but insistent on her identity to the contrary, something mechanical given flesh and form - is more human than more humans she has known.

She cannot contain it. "You are so human."

That cannot be a polite thing to say, and she regrets it at once.