Enzo's pounces don't usually turn into hugs, just tackles, but this one does. After a few seconds, though, he looks confused and releases her.

He gives a short, embarrassed giggle. "No, it's, um, Bar gave it to me for some holiday a few min - er, months ago, to make me look like Matrix, and, well..." He shuffles his feet. "I wanted people to listen to me," he mumbles. "No one stops him from helping." He looks uncomfortable. Somehow, what seemed like perfectly logical reasoning a couple cycles ago sounds kinda stupid now.