[Oscar feels the same; seeing the one that calls himself Mr. Valentine's 'brother' brings a tremendous sense of relief.]

Yes, Mr. DiMA. I have completed my daily assignments.

[As of this moment, he can think of no better way to spend the rest of his day than to spend it in the company of this 'synth'. This machine that remains, as ever, in a state of undress.]

I see that you continue to insist on walking about without the added protection of suitable clothing and footwear. [Honestly. He casts his gaze at their surroundings.] Let's go inside, then.