Even if she were stealthy, the Soldier hasn't been property its whole (remembered) life for nothing: it knows how to read people's intentions pretty damn well. It just has certain extremely large blind spots and a boatload of paranoia coloring its observations.

By the time she speaks again, the little square boat is almost complete, the work of careful folds and precise creases, mostly done with the right, flesh hand rather than the metal one. The Soldier answers, almost automatically, "I will perform whatever task you need. Will you need that task soon?"