[For once, Hiro is quiet. He's not mouthing off, he's listening with rapt attention and holding his breath until he remembers not to do that, because this is easy to do - it's just programming, robotics science, things he knows and understands that don't have to involve messy feelings or arguing over intentions. He can block out everything else for a second, make it about robots, and that's so much more simple.

Besides, before he was a convicted felon, Robert Callaghan was a leader in the field of robotics. Hiro hasn't forgotten that altogether. This isn't a class lecture, but it's the closest he'll ever get, probably.]

...They think you're just another, bigger bot. [Tentatively he reaches for one of the microbots swarming at the edge of what small number Callaghan has with him now and drags it from the group, feeling the faint pull of resistance, like prying apart magnets -] That was - how I found the warehouse where you were keeping them, originally. I had one microbot left, and it was trying to get back to the others, and I didn't know that because I thought they were all gone but Baymax decided to see where it was trying to go and -

[Goddammit, Hiro, breathe. He lets the microbot go and it snaps back into formation with the rest.]

- And turns out, it was just trying to rejoin the group. Like bees in a beehive. But if it goes two ways, that'd mean - what, you're getting feedback from them? They `talk` to you? Like, like you were part of the hive, or -