"It's not useless if you know how to use it." A small smile with the return; you live in a dead world you make what you can with its bones.

"Jacob." She nods, seems to hesitate for a moment, then sticks her hand out awkwardly in greeting. "You can call me 7."

"Have you figured out how to work it? The stove?" A recent revelation about being human was that she needed to eat ... often ... and she was finding that working a stove would be helpful.