By the time they get outside, he's breathing again--in and out, almost enjoying the cool night air. The stars are starting to come out, and the city's almost starting to recover. It was a revolution, he supposes. A revolution of steel and circuitry, though it hardly lasted long.

"You're working with humans," the Maestro says. "Properly, I mean." It's something to talk about. She's not running around and manipulating people into doing what she wants, but working with them. Talking, and leading, and being...well. Being something. He gives a small at Rickey or Dickey or whatever his name is. The human rolls his eyes and charges off.

"I know," he responds. "How long has it been?"