"That's...that's interesting. That you felt like it was a...guy robot."

With the details of B's hallucination apparently covered, Jamie supposes it's his turn to share, much as he doesn't want to. He stares at the ground and digs the toe of one polished shoe into a divot in the pavement, stalling, before he looks up.

"Mine was...different. Way different." And he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.