Relieved he hadn't overstepped his bounds, Ash's lips pulled up into a tentative smile as well. "That's me," he answered, then, realizing he probably ought to clarify, continued, "That's my IP address. A direct connection to the cloud server that houses my personality and memories. You can text it too, if you like."

There was still a part of Ash that remembered how Martha had liked him better as just a voice, how seeing him inhabit the Real Ash's copied body had been what had made her turn away, made her stop loving him. He hoped it wouldn't be the same with Junior— NOT THAT... Junior loved him... or anything. But he'd heard the phrase "uncanny valley" one too many times not to be a little gun shy.