Nadia gave a nod in response to her owner's praise, her "eyes" taking on a cheerful shape. [color=8882be]"My patient mortality rate is seventy eight point five nine percent."[/color] She said, a note of pride in her voice. A strange thing to be proud of. The arrival of another robot distracted Nadia from the conversation and she left Winston's side to approach him as he communicated in binary. [color=8882be]"01010111 01100101 01101100 01100011 01101111 01101101 01100101 00101100 00100000 01100110 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111 01110111 00100000 01110011 01111001 01101110 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110100 01101001 01100011"[/color] She responded cheerfully, although to organic ears she probably sounded like an old dial up modem.