It'll sort out when it sorts out, huh? Hermes thinks about that for all of a couple seconds before shrugging. He doesn't usually think of the consequences, but if this causes the death of this person, he wants a front row seat to it.

"I'm a Hermes unit. First-gen. What sorts of AIs does the real world have?" An innocuous question, though Hermes hasn't exactly mentioned that he's from a computer game yet.