Brains liked Eos.
Admittedly he had a like for anything electronic and AIs were, for him, something magical. Some people looked at paintings and saw a masterpiece like no other, with layers and beauty. He looked to AIs and saw that.
And then there was Eos, alone and one of a kind.
He understood the others' distrust of her. She had turned up and caused havoc before trying to kill John.
The Tracys were a tight-knit group—in their life and line of work, things tended to be absolutes and once-means-always; the people they dealt with never changed. Ever. Including the little AI.
He understood. That wasn't to say he didn't find it annoying or sad, though. Scott and Virgil seemed to just be waiting for her to trying kill them again and then declare "told you so"; perhaps they blamed her for this. He didn't think he'd be surprised if they did.
What John had…
What John had done was wrong, to the point that there had to be a reason and a perfectly logical one. One that would make sense.
Johnathan Glenn Tracy was a man that ran on logic and evidence.
It was why he liked John.
His thoughts were put on hold as a small buzzing of the communications unit on his desk lit up, the icon for Thunderbird Five flashing. Considering no John, it would be Eos.
Likely bored, the poor AI had been rather forgotten in the mess of things since John's, uh, incident.
He sat up and answered the call, pushing his work aside and genuinely smiling at the thought of talking to her. It had been too long.
'Eos,' he greeted as the image of the winged goddess formed before him. She wasn't smiling, though. In fact, she looked almost fearful. He frowned in concern. 'Eos?'
'I think I've made a mistake,' she said softly, waving her hands to pull up the messages between John and "Naunet".