"Well, wouldn't you?" She's not so oblivious that she doesn't see that there's some kind of meaning there, but she's not good at people - she can't quite tell what. "I always make my robots really smart, so they're capable of forming their own opinions of people, and so far they've all wanted to be my friends." The Impidimp climbs out of her hair then, and Entrapta takes it in both hands like a doll. "I like to think that's a good thing."