[Eep. Exim freezes for a split-second, eyes widening. Then they narrow. Her shoulders stiffen. And she scoops up a second plush cat (red). Hers now, Clu.]

Greetings, System Administrator. -Pardon. Former System Administrator. [That feels good to say.]

We merely wanted to look at one of these- these small fluffy things. There is no need for Rinzler. Isn't that right, program?

[She glances at Fire, eyebrows raised.]