[and lucky him. on multiple counts, because while she is not as open about the transformations happening to her, she will speak about them to those she trusts. and he, clearly, makes the cut. her stance does not shift and her tone does not change.]

My legs have become robotic. It will spread through the rest of my body, though I do not know at what pace.

[she absolutely will not show him what she means, because this is hardly the place to ruin the pleat of her trousers like this, but she does trust that he believes her.]

This person that Retrospec seems convinced I must become was some sort of android. Or gynoid, I suppose. I have had too many other things happening in my life to investigate further.