Liz opens the break room door a few seconds behind Richard pausing long enough to make eye contact, saphire and emrald jewels flashing warm recognition.  Her pupils dialate slightly, her full lips quirk just a bit into a smile at one corner... as if she attempts to dampen it, but it sneaks through broader than she intended.<br/><br/>The combination of quirks... subroutines... doesn't just make her look alive, they make her seem positively lurid with passion, attraction, and emotion.  It's unclear just how much is a 1-1 response, and how much is a byproduct of her actual AInsanity.  And machine madness is life.<br/><br/>"Good morning, Dick," she says softly, brow quirking prettily as it always did at her maladaption of his name.  "Coffee?"  she pours a styrofoam cup full of the dark brew, cocking her hips prettily to one side, ticking them impatiently from side to side, then returns to the business of checking the room-- opening adjoining doors, even the closet... peeking under the table..?  What the hell is she looking for?<br/><br/>"Getting any?"  She asks it with such confidence and effortless cordiality that it's hard to tell if she's joking or not.