Yuya's passing by just as he sees the beam, a cone of overly-seasoned food court fries in his hand. He looks between 9S and the roomba, waiting, but it only seems to start cleaning like normal.

"It's like this in Maiami, but I guess yours is a lot more advanced?" He says with a shrug as he approaches, holding the cone out in silent offering if 9S wants any fries.