Eh. Close enough. The Soldier is not particularly picky about what people call it, as long as it isn't outright insulting. (And sometimes even then, it's okay. Depending.) "Right back atcha, El." It's capable of sounding casual and friendly, now and then.

This has been an exhausting conversation, though, on top of an exhausting time with a bunch of people staring at it and having to touch it. While its arm plates aren't shifting around, the internal workings are tense. Its handler is still in the gym, and might be looking for it. "I should go finish cleaning up. And get permission from Inspector Javert to leave." Then the idea occurs: "You wanna wait a little? And I'll walk you back?"

It's even petty sure it knows where she lives. It's seen those curls through the neighbor's window.