[... ah. It doesn't take a quantum processor to pick up on what this man-- Connor-- is implying, and it stares at him for a beat before breaking into a more genuine kind of smile.

Not entirely-- there is still an edge there, an unevenness, something a bit more smug than purely genuine-- ah, if this is a simulation, it makes sense that other machines would be present... but.]

I'm glad you understand. Going from having no independent body of my own, operating within my user, to... this. [It gestures to itself, to the... meaty new shape it's been forced into.] Has been... difficult.