Kristoff watches her. The circuitry at his wrists probably doesn't help much with concluding whether or not he's an android, though he's human as human can be.
Eventually, he picks up the chair, places it with it's back to the wall -- being careful not to get too close -- and then steps back to the table to pick up the soup again. "Andrea, could you please move the table to accomodate the lady's apparent preferences?"
And then his brother's here. "As you can see, phral, our guest is awake."
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