Lola’s face turns into a neutral one as it zips away, but Raya’s face reddens beautifully. “I was doing no such thing,” she says, her eyes wide. Fucking adorable. “I just don’t understand why she won’t call me Raya! She’s meant to be a smart robot, Lex, but she won’t listen to reason.” I bite back a smirk. “Strange. I’ll look into that,” I tell her, pretending like I didn’t program all my tech to refer to her as Mrs. Windsor, simply because I fucking love the sound of it. There’s no way I’m admitting that.
