Amira read the sheet of paper when he held it out to her, taking it from his unfeeling grasp as gently as she could. When he snatched it back, she felt a little sorrow--but then again, a little was simply an understatement. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to pour over, showing her ability to feel to the greatest extent, only that she didn't care. Although he was simply a research android, and an old one at that, she felt like she could trust him in the slightest. Or perhaps she was programmed to trust easily whichever was the case, she didn't care. "I-I'm so sorry that I can't do anything for you, friend." She wiped away the tears and tried to make herself look composed once again, but she still looked shaken. 

"I know that you probably have a master and need to return, so... Might I ask to be your GPS? I have the entire world mapped out in my head." She wanted nothing more than to help him. Mostly because she knew how it felt to be left alone and helpless in this forsaken hellhole. "Or if you know where to get repaired, I can perhaps help you there. I don't know if I'll be much help in general, but I can try my best."