"I'm supposed to be meeting someone for dinner here?" Bitsy asked the restaurant host.
Looking at her in a way she didn't think seemed judgmental but couldn't help worrying might be, the snappily uniformed android replied, "And do you have a reservation?"
"Oh, yes! Of course!" she said immediately. Then, looking around and seeing how packed the place looked, "I mean ... I assume so. I mean, it certainly looks like the kind of place you would need one. I mean, based on other placed I've been to where you'd need one -- not because I've never been to a place where you needed one."
"And the name?" Neither his tone nor his expression changed at all. But now Bitsy felt even more like some kind of judgement might be lurking in them.
"Bitsy. Bitsy BO9."
The host's brow dinted every so slighly in the middle. "Hmm. I'm afraid I don't --"
"Oh, haha, sorry, you want the name its under, not my name! Probably it would help if I gave you that. It's Cord. Cord 76S."
"Ah," he said. "I see it here now. The other party has not yet arrived, but if you'll follow me, I can take you to your table."
She started to say it was fine and she'd just wait in the receiving area, but then noticed there didn't seem to be much of a receiving area, so she nodded and gave a smile she hoped wasn't too tier-in-the-exabytes and walked after him when he turned into the dining room.