Pico looked at her. Sure he was a bit like a teenaged child but you would be too if you'd been kept in a lab all your life. If you hadn't been treated like a person by most people except the head scientist. He didn't know anything other than life as a test subject. He didn't know his rights as a person. He didn't know right or wrong. He was like a blank slate. He had been very sheltered and not allowed to do much. He spoke fluently all languages and could read. He wasn't able to write too well but then again that wasn't too important for him to learn. He knew how to do so in various languages though. He saw her seem to tense when he hugged her. Puzzlement on his face. Did people not hug? Old man had always let him have one hug if he did a good job the entire week. He also did it when nobody was looking. He let go of her.<br/><br/>Looking around then back at her. His stomach growling. He rubbed his tummy trying to get it to settle down. Biting his lower lip. Stupid tummy. He thought to himself. He looked at her. "You don't know what food shots are? They are things with needles. You put them in your vein. Least thats what they did. When the pushed the stuff in I felt all full. Do you not eat food shots?" he asked in confusion. "Actual food? What is that? I do not understand." He said softly. "Does actual food fill you up like food shots?" He asked softly. Curiously. Very curiously.