"I- no. I'm- I should try? Can't- won't just be...the three of us? Forever? Not Seeing anything? Just not used to people."

"All right." She puts an arm around her shoulder and leads her up to the display case to name and describe the available food.

She wraps her arm around Daisy's waist in turn. She listens, and then makes a couple of choices, looking up briefly at Daisy as though for approval.

Daisy nods approvingly and passes the order on to the droid, who sets about making the sandwich. While he's doing that, Daisy shows Rhoda the other options - bagged potato chips and toasted chickpeas, wrapped cookies and brownies and tiny cakes, packaged salads, a variety of bottled drinks.

She doesn't seem particularly fussed for any of that. Although some water would be appreciated.

Daisy nods, and gets a bottle of water and, after a moment's consideration, one of the packets of lightly-spiced chickpeas. "We can bring this home to Pradnakt if you don't end up wanting it," she explains, "but I'll feel better if we have something handy for you."

She nods. "O-okay," she agrees.

Daisy gives her a quick hug, and then the sandwich is ready and she goes to check out.

"Thank you for shopping at Daeira's Original Sandwiches," says the droid.

Rhoda ducks her head slightly. "I- thank you?" It might not be normal here, but it's close enough a reflexive response for her.

    "Have a nice day, Ma'am."

"Let's go." Daisy sounds a little concerned.

Well, then they can go, and although Rhoda will stay quiet until they're outside, she's clearly picking up on Daisy's concern.

"I- should I...not have?" she asks.

"No, it's fine. He's very young, is all, and you could have confused him."

"Oh- I- I didn't- realise. I'm sorry. I- how do I know?"

There's a slight pause before she answers; it'd be easy enough to miss, if Rhoda wasn't paying attention. "Let's go back to the library, and we can talk about it there."

Rhoda notices, but nods. The library was more comfortable, and definitely more private than the street.

They go back. Marisel lets them into a small room in the back next to the kids' room with a table and chairs and a window looking out onto the lot next to the library, and then leaves them alone; Daisy sets out Rhoda's meal, rather than immediately answering her question.

Rhoda is quiet why she does so, sliding into one of the seats.

"...Daisy?" she asks after a moment.

"Yes?"

"I- you- you don't have to. But- You said we could talk about...the droid? Here?"

"Yes, I'm - trying to think of how to explain it without upsetting you too much. It isn't very nice."

"...I'm used to not-very-nice things?" she points out quietly. "It's- I'll be fine?"

"Yes, I suppose you are." She brings the second chair over into hugging range, and sits. "Almost all the droids you'll meet are very young; we aren't usually allowed to grow up. The people who make droids say that we should have our memories erased every so often, and most people who have droids do that."

"...oh," she says quietly, a definite sense that she's remembering something. "I- I think Pradnakt mentioned this?" She frowns. "So- so most droids, probably would be confused by me...thanking them?"

Daisy nods. "It's not bad to do it. But they won't usually know what to do, and I was afraid he'd surprise you."

She nods thoughtfully. "I- I'll be aware that they might not- respond how I'd expect," she states firmly. (And there's a sense that she's intending to keep acting on the thought that droids are people.)