[ YOU LIE FOR A LIVING!!!! is what he could say, but he's feeling sort of like a weak bowl of pudding right now, a little bit scared of her and somewhat ashamed, so he just sinks down in his seat. ] Once, it happened once. Well. Twice... now. But it's fine, I can totally handle it! You are not gonna die. I mean, you're gon— we're all going to die, eventually, um, unless we. Create AI versions of ourselves. I guess. But not, uh, not because I killed you. How mad are you, on a scale of one to ten? Is it eleven? It feels like eleven from where I'm sitting.