[ He has words lined up for the first parts. He can tell her that she hasn't seen this because it's honestly just a little thing, it doesn't mean much, but that doesn't mean it's any less irritating as hell when it doesn't work properly time and time again. He could defend his AI, because excuse her, JARVIS was awesome, he loved JARVIS, and it wasn't JARVIS' fault if the bagboy put the things in the bags incorrectly, or she managed to swing paper bags and JARVIS had no hope of discerning what was in them at all.
But no, he was absently listening to her until suddenly everything he was looking at disappears. She's just as suddenly kneeling next to him, telling him something about himself. He hates that. Not as much coming from her, but in general. So as she does all this, he turns to look at her with no small amount of ire. ] Yeah? Then o! great one, please, tell me what I should actually be doing. [ Trying to pull the files up again anyway, as he doubts she'll give him much of a reaction - at least, not one worth stopping work for. ]
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But no, he was absently listening to her until suddenly everything he was looking at disappears. She's just as suddenly kneeling next to him, telling him something about himself. He hates that. Not as much coming from her, but in general. So as she does all this, he turns to look at her with no small amount of ire. ] Yeah? Then o! great one, please, tell me what I should actually be doing. [ Trying to pull the files up again anyway, as he doubts she'll give him much of a reaction - at least, not one worth stopping work for. ]