Instant a sense of failure suffused her; not the personal sort, but a prompt from her programming admonishing her for causing upset in a client. That was not supposed to happen. It wasn't something she was used to field, either, and it took Elita a moment or so to review it and attempt to recitfy the situation to silence it.

"... If you can do even half of what you say you want, I'm sure quite a few will thank you." Had any other Prime been like this? Had they simply failed to use the right entreaty to get this level of concern? Why was he so different, if he was?

Elita's voice was a soft murmur, revealing none of her internal doubt or struggle with what he was expressing as she briefly leaned up to rub a hand along the edge of the wheel-well in the Prime's shoulder.