You and J are currently at a prom of sorts. It's slightly more elegant, and doesn't have the "prom king and prom queen" thing. Music comes from a live orchestra in the front right corner of the huge ballroom, featuring violinists, violists, cellists, and bassists. Everyone around you is currently slow dancing to the song, and you're forced to do the same thing with J so that you don't draw attention. As you're pretending to be some sort of couple, J whispers harshly to you.

"Listen, moron-bot. Act natural. The only reason I haven't killed you yet is because I would draw suspicion if I were to bring V instead of you. We're here for info, and that's it. If you even think about developing 'feelings' for me, I'll have your head thrown out a window. Understand, cretin?"