The scents of the drinks intermingled is almost overwhelming. She can only imagine that the tastes themselves will be entirely overwhelming in the best possible way. Being able to taste. It seems like a miracle, despite the warnings that this is not entirely miraculous.

"That seems terribly cruel. You could no more choose to be different than any of them can. And I wouldn't change what I've become for anything, not for the world. They will...simply have to get used to us." And it's in her programming to reach out. But if anyone isn't willing to accept K as an equal, she can't feel good about them. If she had to choose, it would be K first. "Their...biological urgings," she says in a tone of confusion. But thinking it over, only one remains both prevalent and potentially embarrassing. "Do you mean...sex?" For it did seem like something humans were occupied with. But she couldn't blame them, she was supposed to be occupied with it, too, being meant to be a man's companion, the object of his fantasies.

The feeling of his thumb stroking her skin is almost too much to bear, too soothing, too distracting from the matter at hand. "...oh. Oh. I do know that there are things I--I don't want to share." Her decision to go to Mariette first, last, and always. And her terror at the thought that Luv might kill K, the despair in the moment before the other crushed her emulator. Just because she knew it was likely to happen, it didn't make it any easier to live with.

She leans into him while they wait for their drinks, taking comfort in the fact that they're both solid and "real," for a lack of a better word. She knows K would never lie to her, never lead her astray.

And his words make her smile brilliantly. "I know you will. You've always taken care of me. And I hope that now, I can help you, too."