[Yuri chuckles softly at the sass. He busies himself with wringing out his jacket. Honestly, he's trying to plan out his next move. He needs to find a secure place to claim, somewhere out of the way where he can finish trying to dry out his clothes in private.

But in the meantime, Annie gets a bracelet and seems to understand the robot at the very least.]

It's a little pointless to yell at them. I believe that their existence relies on us -not just you and I, but everyone who has washed up here- being intimate, kinkily so apparently.

[He half expects that she still doesn't understand what he's saying, which is annoying but fine. What could he do about it?]