[At least she'd be very apologetic, if it's any consolation. She just doesn't have much frame of reference for those sorts of things, and she's a bit too preoccupied with the other aspects of this situation to actually ask him to explain. He might get his chance later, when she's not so busy trying to figure out those goshdang acronyms.]

Well-- [Mouth open, she hesitates briefly before finishing that hardly started sentence with,] ... I'm not used to it, I guess. Being lucky, that is. [Because, you know, even if her being able to exist at all is nothing short of a miracle, she really drew the short straw with the contents of said existence.] I've had people help me before, but... never so many.

[As for the playability-impaired, she can't help a perplexed frown. (That's a bit complicated to wrap her head around when she's fully aware of several data-based entities who are Pretty Much Real People as far as the touchy feely types in her worlds are concerned.)] They're not real? So they're... illusions, or-- data? [Since she's gathered so far that this is supposedly in a computer, or some such.] I see. [She shifts slightly, as though uncomfortable.] Do they--... they don't have feelings, do they?