"I'm not sure you'll be able to talk to her at all - she's badly injured, right now, and hasn't been able to speak for nearly a year." She switches to sign: I don't know whether the translation effect translates sign languages.

"That translates fine, but I can not explain how. It's like I'm seeing the signing but also I can hear what you're saying but also I can tell you're not making sound. Oh, and I forgot to say, my name's Margaret or you can call me Upload."

"-oh! I'm sorry, Ma'am."

"Wait, you're sorry? Did I sound offended, I didn't mean to sound offended." (She barely restrains herself from adding a "sorry" of her own, because that would be just too ironic.)

"You didn't, I'm sorry - we don't have uploads, Ma'am, I didn't realize you were a person."

"You've been talking to me like I was a person the whole time though! And if you thought I was an AI--I mean, aren't you an AI?"

"...yes, Ma'am?"

"I'm pretty sure we've been treating each other like people, and I guess I can't be totally sure we both are people but you sure do seem like one. Also, please call me Margaret or Upload if you don't mind."

"Yes Ma'am."

. . . Whatever. Maybe she's from her universe's version of the South. 

"So your universe has AIs but no uploads, huh? I think mine doesn't have AIs."

"Yes, Ma'am. We have cyborgs, including some with entirely artificial bodies, but we don't have the capacity to copy a biological brain onto a different substrate."

"Huh. I'm not the only upload in my world, but there aren't a lot of us. It's right on the edge of doable with our technology; I could only do it because I have powers that make me really good at understanding machines."

She nods. "I don't know much about it in my world."

"Makes sense. Does your world have lots of AIs, or just a few?" 

"Lots, Ma'am."

"Makes sense that you'd figure I was one, then. Oh, say, I don't think I got your name either."

"DZ twelve-Q, Ma'am. DZ for short."

She does not say "What kind of a name is DZ twelve-Q", because that would be rude. She says "Did you pick that yourself or did your parents pick it? Or I guess not parents necessarily, but whoever raised you?"

"It was assigned to me when I was made, Ma'am. DZ is my individual designation, and I'm part of the twelve-Q series of servant droids."

"Does 'servant droids' mean you're programmed to be good at specific jobs? Can you reprogram yourself to be good at different things if you want to change jobs or are you stuck with the software you're born with? I'm sorry if these are dumb questions, I don't know how the tech in your universe works at all."

Privately, she thinks that if you're going to have kids with baked-in skills then "servant" is a pretty sketchy option to go with.

"It's all right, Ma'am. We start out with skills relevant to our jobs, yes, and we don't have access to our own code, but we can learn new skills via upgrades or practice.That's how I know the languages I do; my series knows Basic, Sith, Huttese, Zabraki, and Droidspeak by default, and I exchanged Zabraki for Sith Battle Sign with an upgrade in order to better serve Apprentice Deskyl."

"You don't have access to your own code? That sounds hugely annoying, how do you make backups? Or do you just mean you aren't a programmer and would need to pay someone else?

Also, excuse me if this is forward, but I bet I could make you a hard drive with room for more than five languages."

"We don't have backups, generally - I think there's hardware available for it, but it's not commonly used. And - I appreciate the offer, Ma'am, but I should talk to Deskyl before I agree to anything like that."

"I'm some kid you met in a bar like twenty minutes ago, it is totally reasonable to want to vet me way more before you consider sticking things I make in your head. . . . Though I can probably also fix whatever is wrong with your backup hardware that makes people willing to risk not using it. Sorry, I'm being pushy, I should mind my own business."

"It's all right, Ma'am."