There's a flicker of anger and indignation in Rita's eyes and her jaw clenches... but within seconds, her mouth is moving almost as if it has a mind of its own.

"I stayed in the cabin, with 9S. We ended up talking a bunch... about how he feels about me, what happened back at the ball... stupid things. At some point, I probably hit my head on something." 9S. She hit her head on 9S. It didn't hurt much at the time, but she definitely felt it the next morning.

Rita's babbling comes to an abrupt end as she slams her hands on the table and stands, toppling her chair over and leaving it to clatter on the floor behind her. "Watch it, old man!" she snaps at him, reaching over to grab a piece of his shirt. "Keep asking questions like that, and you'll be sorry!"

Her face is a few shades redder than it was moments ago.