"They do." A quiet affirmation, maybe all she can say because the walking suit of armor can't be anything but hopelessly lost in this area of discussion. But there's some weight to it, that sounds almost like experience.

"Our search was not fruitless. But it appears this ship does not function as we had assumed." She walks over to inspect the bowls of candy still sitting out, before she picks them up. "If you still suspect mistreatment of the organic crew, it may be more effective to investigate after this event has concluded."

Not that she thinks he needs to rest, or anything. He's not her fragile human to worry about.