Hanock pulled off his sunglasses and all she got was a stare. An unabashed, slack jawed, stare that roamed her entire body, his face changing expressions from weirded out, to confused, and a half pervy look before he just closed his eyes and shook his head. Finally he held out his hand to her like he was blocking sunlight from entering his vision. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m good.” he asked before he finally looked at her again. “But what the hell are you?” he asked trying to make heads or tails out of what to make of her. It was a her, he made that much out.

There was nothing he wanted more than to not have her tell him she was the same as him. That turned out rather hectic last time, and he'd probably just go on a short rampage over it. "You're not a robot are you? I'm not a big fan of robots."