[She seems to recognize belatedly how it sounded, and has the decency to look contrite in the face of his pensive look, regarding him with an expression that suggests she's actively holding back from saying something regarding her regret for her choice of words, her lips pressing together. Better to let it pass, she thinks - which is why she's quick to nod when he continues.] I think I know the type. [Oh boy, does she.] But that's funny. Even knowing that it's a better idea to work together doesn't always stop people from fighting.

[Unless they're a bunch of goody-two-shoes, which she's beginning to suspect they might be, if his claims are to be believed. She's seen no evidence to the contrary, if one doesn't count NPCs. It's still peculiar to her, all the same - but maybe she's spent too much time with the Organization.]

[Blinking at him, she tilts her head. (Baymax, data - that's tucked away for later.)] Why wouldn't I ask? [The way she says it, though, makes it clear that she knows it isn't necessarily the first question that would come to the average person's mind.] I just... don't want them to suffer, that's all. Not if they're capable of it. [Which means she was on the right track before, trying to avoid getting into fights with the NPCs. Maybe they don't grow, but... even programmed feelings are more than someone like her is able to manage, aren't they?]