"Heh. You're gonna fit right in." Cortana starts pulling back her surviving decoys, each with her own separate perception of Computo, a sort of intellectual parallax that helps her understand him a little better with each copy she reintegrates, like taking readings from a radio telescope with a sensor array that stretches for kilometers.

She does so enjoy hitting big red buttons, even when that's just a metaphor for flipping off the safeties confining him to his transdimensional prison.

"Welcome to the team."