[The approaching sound of metal feet on metal floor does eventually break through Konoha's Very Intense Pondering, drawing her gaze up as her expression shifts from confusion to recognition.]

Oh, 9S, hi-

[She waves, trying to buy time to figure out how to answer that in a way that didn't make her seem as if she was just standing around in the kitchen, but...]

Nothing much, um- I was just thinking about what to do about the food here. But- You don't need to worry about that, right?