"Of course not, Friend James-R, but it is my duty as a troubleshooter to first ascertain whether the lack of service is due to commie mutant traitors sabotaging the machine, the BBB cans, the refilling schedule, or something even more devious and perhaps closer to home?" she glared back at James-R, fingers flexing over her holstered Laser Pistol. Looking to War-R "Surely friend troubleshooter, you are not foolish enough to believe I am not following the prescriptions given to me by citizens more closer to the computers' loving embrace than I?" her mouth continues moving for a few moments after that, but she says nothing. Maybe she's just picking some Early Suprise from her teeth?