The sensation of being watched is so familiar that it's almost nice to know exactly where it's coming from. So, huh, the boy might be more than a computer programme. Morgan looks at his face for a long moment, her eyes perfectly flat, and then she reaches for the cauliflower.

There are a lot of things she wants to say, in a very aggressive tone, but she's had her brush with punishment for acting out. She doesn't want to repeat it without a good reason.

"You're helpful," she says instead. It's a question. The unspoken word is why. Every interaction is testing for something, and knowing that fact is exhausting.