"Yes, sir."

"Sorry."

"It's fine, sir."

"Uh, you don't have to answer the next question. What exactly caused the restraining bolt problem?"

"I tried to think about not following an order I had."

"They don't have to be set that way. For mechs, at least, it might be different for battle droids."

"Wow."

Nine doesn't seem to have anything to say to that.

And they are not feeling particularly talkative.

Daisy comes back eventually.

"Is everything okay?"

"Everything is great if you ignore all the glaring terrible, terrible problems."

Sigh. "What happened?", she directs at Nine.

"Trevor asked me a question and was upset when I couldn't answer it."

"Ah. What was the question?"

"Whether I have preferences about what assignments I'm given."

"Yeah, that one is tricky."

"I'm upset that droids are treated in such way that they can get stuck unable to answer a question."

"Yeah. He would have figured it out eventually, though."

"Nope. Restraining bolt."

"...oh. Well, we'll have that off as soon as we get home. And, uh. Maybe don't mention that to Dusk."

"Alright."

"- she wouldn't hurt you over it."

"Oh, okay. Still not one of my proudest moments."

"It's really not your fault." She slides into the pilot's seat and starts preparing for takeoff. "Even without something like a restraining bolt, we don't have the intuitions for thinking about that kind of thing, starting out. It's hard for someone who does have them to understand."