"Just a touch." Him in a giant bloody robot. Can't be more ridiculous than the rest of this, but something about the image of him battling about in a gigantic machine and winning all sorts of popularity for it seems-- well it seems completely plausible. And maybe that's what's so uncomfortable about it.

She pulls another lengthy sip from her canister. Her toes curl in against fabric.

"Not much like our old flat, is it?"