“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.
-Yes, I have been human, briefly. I do not see how that is relevant to your question. While I do appreciate being acknowledged as more than just a computer, always treating me as if I was human would be rather unproductive.- There was a pause before, as if the universe was trying to prove a point, he added, -Mr. Stark is in the mood for takeout and he would like to know what you want.-
“Uh. Pizza, and him to come down here and keep me company. No funny stuff on the pizza. That means anchovies, pineapple, or peppers.” Thoroughly diverted from book-sorting, she stood up and stretched toward the ceiling before flopping over to touch her toes and groaning. “You told him what we were talking about, didn’t you. He did that on purpose.”