Tasha head moves slowly back and forth. "If anyone accuses you of being less than self-aware, please allow me to punch them." She then adds quickly. "I'm only half-joking on that one."

Of course the second part is harder. She bites her lip for a moment.

"Normally, I'd say you stop questioning and trust your own impulses." She shrugs. "You have them, you know. I know one -"

She's lying. Tasha knows Data is capable of more than a one, but - drunk.

"Because Lore has a tell."