So there had been a person here once upon a time that could build robot bodies. They built one for Church. God only knows why they did it, but they did, clearly.

He had a body.

He looked, christ he looked like she remembered. Or like the memories that were part of her programing image files said he looked. He was real, he looked like a person, even had the nervous mannerisms of a person in particular.

Well the fucking blue fairy must have come down because Pinocchio is a real boy, as real as he was likely to ever be anyway. Which meant things between them had just drastically changed. She was a program stuck in an armored shell. He still believed he was a living person's ghost and now he had a passably human body to inhabit.

It meant he could have a life of somewhat normal interactions.

It meant a lot.

"Ok."

She said it, she nodded once and turned on her heel to walk out.