( it's a cute droid, she must admit, with the features on its exterior to make it look like some cuddly friend. )

I doubt that.

( that he would code it to someone else.

wanda muses over this for a moment, still glancing down at C4T moves about near the bed, promptly collecting her feet and crossing them on the bed when it puffs out some more if its scented-dust particles her direction. )

...apparently these blackouts happen often. I heard someone say that downstairs the other day. We just have to wait it out.

( 'we', because she's not moving to go to her room yet. instead, wanda uses her other hand to hold the toweled ice pack onto her nose. )