[ Hank, do you think one year in this world is enough to give her the vocabulary needed to describe what your bot is? (... No... No it really, really isn't. That side of technology hasn't been her forte.)

She snaps her fingers, Rex racing around her and then coming to sit at her feet, leash dragging along various pieces of plant matter. She glances down at the leash, avoiding looking at Rex. He has to wait until she determines it's time to "pay" him attention again, the little shit. ]

Your bot... if it's locking on to things, what kind of function is it supposed to have? A personal defense one?