It's really the ego stroking that does it for her. Good one, Starflight. The gem tilts her head, considering his words.

"Hmm. I suppose that is true... but that's a given, seeing as I was literally made to be a technician. Heh... most of the crew is hopeless by comparison," she scoffs rather unkindly.

That grin quickly fades, though. She glances down at the robot she's clutching. "These robonoids are useless pieces of junk without any warp pads around to fix, though... And... And anyone who looks at me now will see right away that I've been disciplined," she whimpers, shrinking up again. It's likely that no one who has ever seen the way that she hordes the little robots in her bed would ever guess that they're essentially useless, but it just goes to show how finicky Peridot is about her paltry collection of belongings. To lose something of her own that she actually relies on is soul crushing.