Shiori hadn't exactly had much a choice when it came to her lifestyle of servitude. She wasn't born into it, but it was an identity she quickly molded herself completely into, in body and soul, off and on the clock. It was how she survived, how she and her sister both survived. It was, no, is a coping mechanism. It's all there is to her.
So when Bow-Wow tries to probe deeper, see what else lies behind the blank stare, her stomach drops. It's a sensation she normally only feels when she's by herself for too long, when she's left alone with her thoughts, looking inward only to find absolutely nothing there. A void where her sense of self should be, a featureless puppet without strings. It scares her.
"…I'm.. I'm not sure. I do not usually have time to do things other than serving others." And even if she did, what would she even do with herself? What could she do, laying on the ground, no strings attached? She takes a shaky deep breath, hands opening and closing uselessly at her sides as she thinks.
Hmm.. well, she couldn't necessarily do anything by herself, but she could still observe things. Maybe that'll be a better answer. She'd hate to not properly provide a requested answer to a question. "..I suppose I like flowers. And deer. And listening to jazz music." They're all things she can see or hear while driving, so no wonder she developed a fondness for them.
Bow-Wow's last comment gives her pause, an eyebrow raising in seemingly genuine confusion. "I.. am? A person? I am not a robot." Not in a literal sense, at least. And she's not necessarily trying to be a robot. She sure is succeeding at it, though.
