He'd been damn wrong about that. The auto-responder had felt everything; every scathing comment, idle retort, accidental insult. Absolutely everything provoked some kind of emotional response from him, subtle as a lot of them are. Talking technicalities, he is pretty much just a bodyless brain stuck inside a pair of ridiculously rad anime shades.

You seem pretty confident in the abilities of our dear, sweet gumshoe. Think she's gutsy enough for the task?