North isn't as adept at silently nudging Theta's attention to something as the other way around - trouble with AI being designed with human brains in mind and not vice-versa, he guesses - and he chuckles at the flicker of confusion that dances across the far side of the connection.

"I think he means you."

"Oh-!" Theta. Little T. He can see it when it's pointed out to him, and even though it's not a proper operational designation, this isn't really a proper operation either, he guesses.

Plus. It's Agent York. He likes to tweak the rules where AI are concerned.

"Um. You're welcome." He's not used to being thanked. Praised, more and more, but anyone acting like he might do otherwise just feels . . . weird. "I'm glad you're okay."