"Affirmative. On a vessel this size, the complement of droids should outnumber the organic crew by a significant factor." She remembers tapping into the network of the ship Josephs first hid aboard; the sheer number of other consciousnesses linked to it... "Of course, most would be simple, non-sentient models."

Which doesn't disprove the lieutenant's point. Arid scans their surroundings once more, keeping well aware of the patrons who pass too close. The sound of tipsy chatter and clinking glasses has some... uneasy associations for her, even if she's ignoring it. 

"'Robots are best unseen'..." It's a quiet realization, a lightbulb going off somewhere in there. "My approach has been faulty." She turns to look up at the flat display screen mounted behind one end of the bar; whatever it shows on other nights, right now it's cycling through advertisements for the various Halloween entertainments on board. The 'scare zones' in particular...