Trying to Fit In

"Do artificial intelligences even know how to get clothes?" he questions, though he feels awkward doing so to something as unfamiliar as an AI, which would be normal considering they haven't been implemented in such a personal, social way until this usage at the state-of-the-art resort.

Of course, this also means he has no idea of the ramifications of squatting on Vanessa's room. It would seem it doesn't do a lot to verify that he's the intended occupant, but the reality is that it's already set up for Vanessa and he's been 'recognized' as her simply by knowing the code to the room and verifying verbally, lie or not.

"It's just I don't feel like I'm fitting in very well. I'm hoping to wear something a bit more appropriate," he begins, though before he even considers how to follow up that thought, the speaker that's been piping in the warm-yet-monotone AI voice gives a bright, pleasant 'beep.'

"Request recognized."

"Oh, well... That was easy. So will they be delivered to the room, or?..."