He wonders if this is what humans deal with all the time. Self-doubt and guilt and thoughts like shrapnel flying around their heads and sticking into the soft parts. As a machine this would have been pointless nonsense wasting processing power. But it's not like he can tell his brain just not to dedicate power to these particular thoughts.

"I'd be the best one at axe-throwing for at least the first ten minutes." Maybe all humans deflect compliments too, even as hearing them feels like a warm balm soothing the shrapnel wounds. It takes away some of the tension in his body, along with the hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, let's go." He takes the axe out of the target and puts it back where they got it - he's trying to get into the habit of doing that kind of thing, since he doesn't think he tidied up after himself or after anyone in his whole existence as a machine. Learning some new skills is as easy as a few calculations and muscle control; some are a long process of habit learning and repetition.

"I'm done with NAPs for this month." He pronounces it N-A-P, so there's not even a joke about sleeping in there.