Psychological harm is as bad as physical. The abuse suffered by the androids proves that much. Markus' eyes narrow at her use of words. He can tell she is picking them carefully. It is wise, but she is one of the most advanced creatures to exist in their world. Of course she is wise. He tries to dampen his rising anxiety and temper. It is not worthy to shove any of them at her, when she is only trying to help.

"And who is assigning these tasks?" He has had luck recently with going straight to the source and pushing said luck. Inaction is how he ended up where he was. It's not in his nature, not his true nature, despite how Elijah Kamski created him. He created both of them personally for specific reasons.

Markus takes her at her word though and he looks around, focusing where he can, following the paths around that might get them to the answer of this particular 'lesson.' It's strange that he didn't notice the tip jar glowing until now, but that may be by design. He tilts his head curiously. "Thanks for the tip?" Just saying it out loud does not seem to do anything.