“Well, but is that convenience for you, or for them? Us? I guess I tend to think of you as people, and I wouldn’t ask someone to do that for me; I’d text or shout or get up and walk or something. It just seems rude.” Summer moved a few piles carefully to one side and another in no apparent order and started sorting a new box, scanning each bar code and comparing the result to the list on the screen.-Miss Summer,- Jarvis sounded faintly amused, in his typical, pleasantly impassive manner, -I feel I must point out that we view and interact with the world in vastly different manners. At this moment, I am carrying on separate conversations with you, Mr. Stark, three interns in different departments, and a delivery man in an elevator to the PR department, while also checking Mr. Stark’s calculations and rearranging his schedule. Speaking to someone in the tower is as simple as existing where I am concerned.-
“You’ve been in a human body,” she pointed out. “Twice. And I’m not Tony, I — well, I humanise people. Beings. Whatever. So I’m expecting you to have emotions, even if I can’t sense them.” She shrugged and and picked up another book. “Plus there’s that whole thing where I bend over backward to avoid asking for things or inconveniencing anybody,” Summer said, wry and self-deprecating.