Faux almost jumps with a little whelp at the fuzzy textured object spinning around and speaking in the cramped quarters. Then the embarrassment hits as he's been caught trying to take these damn train cursed 'clothes' off. Abandoning that for the moment, he addresses the fluffy program who blended completely into the bed surface.

Faux's never seem anything like it before. Its... its.. cute?

He smiles awkwardly, "I'm so sorry, ah, I'm not a master program." Then he looks down at his circuits, "But I do have special command functions. Definitely not red though."