"Integrating...?" That sounds unpleasant. Now Arid's disgruntled. She switches to a nonverbal ping to try and communicate more directly without making her side of the conversation obvious. I am not integrated with any organic. Do you not serve one? Are you unshackled?

She's not going to betray the other bot, if so. Not that it seems concerned in the slightest given that sass. But she is going to request the location of that ventilation shaft - and quiz the stubby little droid on whether it's seen a human matching Josephs' appearance. ...Warn it to stay far away from him, if it can.

Her posture stays frozen, bent slightly to look the smaller droid in the optic, but there's a faint, rapid shimmer of shifting readouts behind her faceplate when it beeps and whistles back at her. Enough to suggest she's gotten rather more than the answer to the question she asked aloud by the time she straightens and says, "Understood."