[He looks surprised for a moment at that response, eyes widening slightly and leaning back. It’s— well. It’s very trusting of her to think that, to accept him into her home without knowing anything about who he is. (Or what he is, as many would think.) It’s not as if he hasn’t met those who were similar-minded when it came to androids, just wanting to help in the end (he thinks of Hank, and wonders what he’s up to right now); but this is different. She hasn’t even the faintest idea of the sort of android that he is. In this world, he shouldn't even exist.

It’s… strange.]

Humans are generally quick to distrust what they don’t understand. It can be… frightening, I imagine, to meet someone like myself for the first time, with no frame of reference to help aid the shock of the revelation.

But you seem to not mind it at all.