[Yes Man goes quiet once he's up on his wheel. He stares at the Courier for a long moment. His face can't change expression but there is something whirling in his CPU. Why the smooth? Why press his lips to his titanium alloy frame? He searches the databanks and finds a reference Mr. House left of a mother kissing the wound of a child for comfort.]

Was that an attempt to comfort me after my fall? That is so sweet. No one has ever cared like that before. Not even Mr. House.

You really are cut from a different cloth, aren't you? [With that, the wheels around the small basic house.]

It looks comfortable. Not fancy but at least there isn't any nuclear fallout in the kitchen. That is a house ruiner, I hear.