[ Oh yes, they were absolutely taking that opportunity to free themselves, and it was to the point where the extra effort sent them stumbling backwards once Add's grip lessened. Maybe Turing didn't have a strong sense of identity yet, but they certainly had a strong sense of their own personhood. "Specimen." "Toy." "Anything." Even from their own limited knowledge, they had an idea of how being thought of as a thing typically didn't lead to good treatment. Not only that, but if they did become easily replaceable, then would they be broken?

Their attention flicked over to the void for just a moment. That...might be necessary to ensure their safety. Not now, but possibly later, and hopefully never. ]

My name is Turing! Please use my name instead of calling me a specimen or otherwise. Do you always greet machines in this manner? Because if so, I believe we have two very different ideas of what it means to be treated with respect!

[ Even now, they still had the urge to scold. Honestly they didn't like that Add was still lying on the floor, but getting him to sit up would likely only result in getting grabbed again, and there was no way they were going to risk that. (Protip: next time go for a hug instead of clinging or rubbing against their leg.) ]