[It is horrified at seeing Max looking so undignified, down on the ground like a supplicant, like a slave. And yet, it stows that reaction for the moment.]

Hey. Let me in. I can help.

[There's no doubt in its tone, in its posture. It doesn't make eye contact, and its gaze drifts into the room as it figures out how to set up. If...if Max lets it.

Because a prideful no could still be coming. And in a lot of ways, that'd be a good sign.]