"That's a relief." She lets out a soft 'phew!', before shooting him a relieved smile. Simulated or not, this man looks like he knows what he's talking about. She doesn't recognize his uniform, but it's not as if she knows the different branches of the Fleet that well. She has to chuckle to herself, though. "My own world, right. I guess that must be it."

Ghost spins nervously on being pointed out. The woman, on the other hand, just blinks as she's yanked from her thoughts. She glances at the little bot, then back to Hughes with more surprise than anything else.

"Oh, uh- yyes. You could say that." Beneath the strange accent, the timbre of her voice is similar to the Guardian's. And yet in this moment they couldn't be more different. There's no affection in that voice; no hint of the fond respect with which Blaze speaks of her Ghost. She's just thinking: are sim-people supposed to take notice of the monitoring AI? She frowns at Hughes. "Do you... know what it is? I mean who. Crap."

She has no idea how he's programmed to read the bot. Maybe he's 'seeing' another human... or maybe this guy is a supervising officer and not a simulation at all in which case she's going to melt with embarrassment.