Her heart plummets at those first words. Nine is only just recovering her ability to focus properly, after several days of regular food and water, but the food still isn't quite enough for her and hunger is a lead weight in her stomach even now. She'd been wondering, in a fleeting knife's edge of hope, that she could ask him for more during this conversation-- and, and she still can if he only cares about her combat abilities, she'll have to frame it another way, but oh, she'd really wished someone would just talk to her--

Oh. He is. Okay... okay. Nine takes a deep breath, feeling foolish, trying to steady herself. Of course he has to put on an act. But that in itself, and his appearance and where they are, give her more than enough clues to make her own guess.

"Yes," she says simply, and then asks without pause, "Who made you?"