Devika was too excited to notice the eerie grin of David's. She settled into the chair carefully, and sighed with pleasure. "Mmm... now this is nice." She crossed her legs at the ankle. "I could get used to a chair like this." While she almost wanted to bounce with excitement, she was also trying to calm herself. Would a high pulse rate or burst of adrenaline affect the machine? Then again, she was sure the great minds that had designed it had probably thought of all of that. She grinned wide, showing dimples. "I wonder who my ancestor is..." Maybe she would be an artisan? Or a dancer...