"Yeah, people keep telling me that," he grumbles. "I'm not convinced." He manages to live pretty simply without a lot of the modern tech and conveniences that most people here have. He likes it that way. Everyone goes through that. She'll figure it out.

He doesn't react to the green skin. It's a trained response because inside he's freaking out a little. Where the hell is she from that she's got green skin? Was she born with it or did she do it to herself? He certainly recognizes that threat that she's putting out there. By contrast, he's relaxed and loose, still looking as if this is a normal day at the office.

He also sees those hard lines melt. Sweet potato pie. It'll turn anyone into a puppy.

Well, let's not go that far, but he is curious as to where she trained that she could take them down that well. The AIs aren't usually a problem. When they operate as programmed, they're a help. Spooner doesn't let his guard down because he knows what can happen.

"Gamora. I like that name." There's no recognition. The only Gomorrah he knows is a city that God smited in the bible.

"I'm not gonna take you in. Insurance will pay for the bots. I just want to talk to you," he tells her.