"Machines don't commit crimes."

"It is not for humans to know what crimes a machine could commit."

"You sound like a bag lady. Are you one?" he asked hearing her rant about machines didn't make sense in his mind.

"bag lady? You forget I'm foreign. I don't understand the term."

"Are you few grapes short of the vine." he replied.

"No, I'm foreign. Admittedly most foreigners are slightly that way. But I'm just logically mad. Very logically mad."

"Why are you mad? Did someone steal your lunch? And by the way I'm foreign to remember?"

"Mad as in crazy," she said. "And yes, but I would still be foreign where you come from."

"Same here." he inquired.

"And also still foreign where you aren't. We aren't from the same place, and so I can hardly expect to understand every expression you use any more than you can expect to understand mine."

"Isn't that kettle calling the stove black." he told her a saying that he was told was from england. The bell rang and maikeru looked up frowning because this meant another lecture then straight home. "Oh darn I hate when we have to cut this short."

"Short?" she replied. "On the contrary, sir, we appear to have been here for rather a long time. It is quite a rarity for me."

"Rare? You make yourself sound like a commodity that you may find in an antique store." he replied. "But I understand. Im sure I will run into you again."

"I would be greatly surprised if we didn't."

"I look forward to it." he replied heading for the door. "Oh before I forget. The library is hosting a new art exibit. Statues, paintings and few abstract sculptors will be there. I think it could be interesting so if you want to go that we can."