Thwap!
That was the noisy sound made by Daziel's book when he closed the valley made by his hand and snapped the thing shut, a mild frustration working into his smile. With a sigh, he spread his smile around the table and scooped up the tiny volumetric sorceress in one hand.
"Doctor Mason." He greeted Alice, pressing his book onto the table before tilting his head around to see everyone sitting on the opposite side of the table from her, "Everybody else."
Next, he placed Sylphie on top of his book as if it were a small stage for her to perform on. Once there, she yawned at him and twisted a fist against one of her eyes, before tumbling over onto her rump and crossing her legs, facing away from him to the people beyond.
"This," He explained, sparing a look for each individual at the table, "Is a virtual AI assistant program named 'Sylph'. I have examined its functions in their entirety and will now relate them to you all. This AI may look and act like a person with thoughts and feelings, but let me assure you that its entire purpose is to assist in the maintenance of vessels and keep a technician company. It has no loyalties. Its entire programming consists of accessing remote databases to look up component schematics and present them to a technician, then use of a vessel's volumetric projection suite to create this most adorable of visages so as to carry around tools and such while making conversation with the technician in question. It is a machine, and like all machines exists only to do what it is told."
"So that's all you think of me, Tall-Dark-And-Eloquent, just a machine?" Pouted the little witch, crossing her arms and peering over her shoulder with a quivering lip.
"As you can see," Daziel went on, running an affectionate hand along the back of the tiny shoulders-- which caused the tiny sprite to lean in and coo with a slight blush rising across her cheeks, "The conversational abilities are quite complex, but I assure you I've examined every square inch of this program and it's routines."
This statement drew an even redder blush from the tiny witch, who quickly placed her hands over her breasts and between her legs, as if naked and warding off stares. Clearly, this had been an intimate moment for her. Aside from Daziel, only other girls had ever seen her code.
"Let me assure you then, my dears," Daziel finished, still petting the little creature and now looking down at her with an amused grin, fascinated with this toy that someone had made themselves, "That there is absolutely nothing to worry about, and that we're in fact quite lucky as we've drawn from her memory some very exact information about that black ship which attacked us earlier today-- dreadful. I was wanting to wait until Miss Mako and Mister Franklin arrived before explaining this to you all, but I can see that you're all so very eager to work and learn. How commendable."
From his corner of the table, Niel raised a hand, pointing to the little sorceress with the other. "Okay, so I have a question."
Daziel shot a pointing finger back at him. "Mister Strellan."
Niel eyed the little thing, then moved his pointing finger to one of the platters further over, "Would it kill someone if I had the thing bring me one of those tuna steaks? I'm really just hungry over here."