There was inherently a problem with the whole idea of a classroom setting for this sort of thing with Summer, robot version or otherwise. In a crisis, she knew what to do. In a crisis, she was always one of the first people to try to do something, which was sometimes helpful, sometimes not, but she was never indecisive or inactive if shit was really going down. But here...in a hypothetical situation that was false and in an academic setting where her apathy was already amped up, she found it really, really hard to care, even if it was Dr. Lecter's class.

So she looked significantly uncomfortable with the idea of getting close to a grossly life-like body of a persons he didn't even know, as well as with the idea of effort itself, all things visual on her face, which seemed about two seconds away from complaining. But complaining took effort, too, so she just waffled for a bit before reaching for bag valve mask and showing off at least that method, in a spectacularly unimpressive, unenthusiastic way.

It was either that, or her programming would have her get way too into it, but it was almost as if her programming couldn't get past the fake part of it, which just made her start to subconsciously question the whole point of all of it. Like, what if none of it matter? What if...we were all fake? What was even the point?

...Someone maybe just needed another pumpkin spice latte.