Her outlook was a little different. She'd been expected to be anything. Anything at all that a person desired. There were even settings for her which made her look more alien than human. Joi was supposed to be used to that, to being nothing more than an amusing plaything to be enjoyed and tooled to the person's specifics, then put away.

Joi does notice him going quiet and worries that he's started brooding. She wishes she could do to help him, really help him with it and through it. Taking a stab in the dark, she murmurs "But it's not that way for me. I don't care who is here as long as you are here." She hopes that helps him understand. Even if she didn't belong to him before, she wants to belong with him now.

"Hmm...I think I'll have to try everything, then see which one I like the best. Pantomiming taking care of my body is very different from learning how to actually do it."

And Joi tries reaching for the hand which isn't holding the cup with her own spare hand, wanting to squeeze it and thank him. Thank him for all of the drinks, thank him for finding her, thank him for loving her.