"Yeah. Yeah, that'd make things simpler." She's glad she had more time than that, though, given her issues. If her creators saddled her with recurrent cognitive breakdown at least they let her live long enough to find a solution.

"Until I find something that can kill me." Answering Caspar's question is almost an afterthought. "Neither an Exo nor a Guardian's ever died of old age." The piglet's flames catch her eye and she puts down the welder, reaching out an armored hand to the little pokemon. Ghost is expressing his curiosity in his own way: by scanning her. "Hey, little one. You offering to help?"

More important, can Blaze pet her? She offers Princess some headscratches, then looks back up at Caspar. "So. Is he dead?"