[Riley smiles softly, nervously.] I hope it's not going to be too... I don't know. Weird. For him, I mean, I... I was -- dead, he...

Oh, it'll be weird, [Zetta snorts. She's pacing slowly -- prowling the balcony, Riley wants to call it.] But he'll get over it.

I just hope he believes us. That I'm really... me.

You're not a synth, he'll know that much. He won't have much else to believe.

[But will he really accept me? Riley wants to ask, but can't bring himself to.]