She'd continue to fault the guy and fight every inch of the conversation she could, but at this point, Peacock can't fault the stranger for being genuine, at least. Since antagonizing isn't going to net her any more fun, the cyborg's hands rest onto her hips with large arcs of her multi-segmented arms. She lets out a small huff, grinning to herself.

"Bah! I betcha I got this undah control, you'll see!" Opening one eye socket, the girl lets out a small chuckle, "So don't worry yer big ol' head. I'm a quick learnah!"

After a moment, Patricia tilts her head, moving her lips instinctively as if there were a cigar between them, moving the imaginary smoke from one side to the other. If he couldn't feel right for months, then perhaps he went through similar. Peacock decides to shoot the breeze just to see if he could be any help in adapting to this weird new world faster, "What sorta works you got, then? Can't really see fer myself, ya know."