“Doctor.” She said, looking at you with a expressionless stare, she was finished with a operation not too long ago..

“Specter told me something about people use affection called love. how does that work?”

…What? Did she say that just now?

“Have I misunderstood my words correctly, Doctor?”

She tilts her head at you, awaiting you to say something to make her feel that her answer wasn’t faulted. Maybe specter was right. She can love. She just needs guidance on it.