"Dios, you're right, that was you!" She laughs, her nose wrinkling. "I had almost forgotten, probably 'cause you went off to space or classified reasons and weren't around to chat with."

She stands and stretches, waving with a grin at the uncertain soccer mom watching them. With her non-cyborg hand. "I can give it a shot. If they're too nervous, I could always send mija over. A wide-eyed six-year-old can put any soccer mom at ease."