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★ — "I'm ten, not a toddler."

Desire to keep his voice low in case something is close enough to hear them is the only thing that keeps his words from turning into a snapping statement, though there's still a clean annoyance that slips into his tone. It's not the right thing to be arguing about, but Gregory can't help it — he's so sure there's something different about Freddy, like whatever flipped a switch in the other animatronics and turned them murderous managed to flip Freddy's the opposite way, turning him into some sort of lone protector. ( if he were to be honest with himself, he knows he can't say for certain that's true ; but he so badly wants to be something more than another child to the one thing that's seemed to care about him in years ).

He's about to argue back once more, tell her that the stomach hatch has been the only safe place he's managed to find so far when she suddenly stops by a door. Brows raise as the electric lock clicks open, almost impressed.

"What security clearance are you? I haven't been able to make it through this way yet."

"What, do they teach animatronic behavior programming in kindergarten now?" She's fairly confident she knows more about the animatronic's programming than this kid. Addy does have decades worth of experience with them, after all. "Generally speaking, they're supposed to prioritize the kids over themselves." There's a pause as she glances around, "Current situation not withstanding." If anything, the other animatronics' behavior was far more strange than Freddy's.

"Hey, I'm not judging." She'd not judging that part, at least. "If anything, I'm impressed, but uh..." But in the back of her mind, the image of a child in an animatronic's torso makes her a bit unnerved. "Maybe don't do it again. Those things aren't built for people. And I don't just mean from a fit perspective."

She pauses for a moment by a door. "Wait, it's faster if we go this way." She holds her access card to the pad. Her card itself isn't what's opening the door, but her influence over the electronics. "At the very least, it's away from the security bots."