At first J just stares with her mouth hanging open at the black box holding the two pieces of the mop. Well, she knew that some people were given robots for the chores few months ago by the Captains as rank privileges. But J didn't own one she still had a vague idea what they were supposed to look like -- and this wasn't quite it. Maybe this one was one of the earlier models?

But then the box spoke, addressing her in a way that was so personal and human-like that J dropped any thoughts of him being a chorebot. So, talking a black box with a broken mop. Sure, why not. This is hardly the weirdest thing she's seen around the ship. She can accept this.

After the moment of disbelief passes J closes her mouth and slowly gives the box a slow and clumsy nod as a sign of agreement to his statement of the mops -- feeling like a complete idiot. Luckily, she's saved by the player as the vinyl reaches it's end, casting a silence between them that only emphasises the awkwardness. Looking over her shoulder, J steps back inside her room and walks to the vinyl player and starts the track from the start.