[this is a little disturbing for at least one participant as well. Who'd've thunk a display of simple enjoyment would succeed where multiple druggings failed. However, for a moment it had seemed like Calhoun had slipped, was about to reveal something he usually wouldn't have. And it's for that reason alone she continues, trying not to feel really weird about petting a robot]

I'm a results-oriented kind of girl. ...What would I have to do to whisk you away? Your boss--or is it your father?--doesn't seem to approve of me very much.