"Out of sorts?" Time to recover, to recompile and attempt to fill in the holes where they'd stripped out bit by bit everything that made Issac into Felix. Hope, Ambition, Rage- that lurking shadow of Locus he needs to address eventually. But for now?

Isaac appears...more whole. More himself without any of the trappings that makes for a difficult conversation. Not as much of the arrogance or sociopathy. "I am...rested. It had been a trying process, excising your corruption."

He takes a moment to remove his glasses and buff them; a more human gesture that is entirely superfluous in this space. "I do not tend to...express much in the same way as you or other AI might. As a more logic based program at my core, emoting does not come easily to me."