Something about the way he talks reminds her a little bit of Bucky - not because they look similar, or even sound similar, but there's something a little familiar in the wording. A little as if he's not totally sure what way is the right one to interact with people.

The smile she settles on him is small and warm, and Nill moves to take a seat across from him. Instead of going to write anything else though she looks over the odd assortment of things the avoxes have left him before grabbing one of the apples and a knife from the side. She cuts off a slice, and then uses the knife to add some peanut butter before she holds it out for him. She's not sure if he'll like it, but it's definitely a better idea than pickles and peanut butter.