[Gives her a friendly smile] Blue. And p-peach. [Hey, it’s true, and he’s trying to be nice.]
[Faint smile] There are quite a few that ‘blue’ seems to apply to. Peach, though… it is how I was made to look.
[Okay, that he can’t ignore] … M-made to look? What do you mean?
[Smile fades, looking flustered as her shoulders hunch, trying to make herself look smaller.] It is… it is nothing to worry about.
[Frowns a little. Since he’s not involved in heroics much, he doesn’t know about Miracle and the robots. Instead, he assumes she’s being controlled or forced by someone – a partner, maybe.] Are you sure? … I kn-know it’s none of my business, but if s-something’s going on, Veda, you can talk to me.