[There's a moment of silence as Alpha stares at Tex, runs through their conversation up until now, puts it against things he found on the Network on his initial search.]

That future thing's actually true. [It's said quietly, almost... sadly.

A sigh escapes him, a human habit he picked up from the Director.] Shit really hits the fan, huh?

[He shrugs at her response, though. For him, the answer is obvious.]

I'm a combat AI, armor upkeep is just part of what I do, Tex. [A bit of humor returns to his voice.] Besides, it's you and Washington. Sooner or later you're going to search out a fight or he's going to fall into one.