Space is good. The other doesn't quite relax, but some of the immediate tension bleeds out and it takes a second look at the woman. Clearly, she thinks it's a human, likely a human that's made a fool of themselves, but- it can use that.

"I'm- " a Secunit. No, that's stupid, Murderbot. What about- it grabs the most recent one it's used. "-Rin." A quick review of what she said earlier- no idea how- no idea when- and it forces itself to nod. "This is real."

It's almost - almost - a question. Rather than an unhappy realization. Because - what else could it be? Unless it's somehow been hacked, but- this isn't what hacking is like, it still viscerally remembers the sensations.