She's not looking to see them approach, so the noise catches her off-guard, and she jumps, looking up almost fearfully until she lays eyes on them. She knows them. Or, she might. The Commander certainly does, which is where she's pulling their name. Legion. Part of her can't imagine there's ever going to be this kind of advancement- a fully functional robot, a real artificial intelligence. Something that couldn't be controlled through mental manipulation and puppetry.

Or, well, that's not even true either, if her memories are to be believed. But if they are, she should shape up. Wouldn't want a crew member to see her like this.

So she brings herself upright, crosses her legs, places her hands on her knees to steady herself. She's not quite looking at them when she speaks.

"Hey. You, uh... you doing alright?"