At first, he assumed she lived to insult the world.
"Oh, wow, another laser. Third this month. Really pushing the evil envelope there, Doc."
Then he decided that she must just loved torturing him and robbing him of small victories.
"Hah! Are you serious? Robot girls? Oh, the world will tremble before your repressed nerdy teenage fantasies!"
Every so often, though he'd notice that she was, in an oblique and Shegoish way, contributing. Sort of.
"And whaddya know? The oh-so-necessary monologue has given our foes time to escape! Big surprise there."
Talking to her, like scheming for world domination, was a game he couldn't seem to win.
"Don't quote me on this or anything, but... This might just actually work..."
Sometimes, though, he got pretty darn close.
Prompt - "conversation"