[One person detected introduced to. Flesh and blood instead of steel and oil, from the looks of things. Tempo gives him a careful look, wondering at the physical frailty she’s picking up on. No upgrades for him, or an assistant robot to help him out?

One thing at a time. Responses should earn others for polite conversation.]

“Frustration… I experienced something very similar to that, before teleporting here by mishap. I believe it’s known as ‘annoyance.’ Though that was towards another robot, not a situation.”

“Does that feeling… abate? Or does it linger over time? It doesn’t seem to be comfortable.”

[Understatement, and she knows it. Her hand has long since balled into a fist to help contain any nervousness trying to short through her circuits.]