The Exo chuckled at that. "Not my Colonel. She's the very definition of a fine-feathered friend. Also fearless in the face of danger."

The woman got points for going on normally with the conversation as though it were no big deal to be speaking with a mechanical man. It wasn't, at least to him, but he'd since learned to be flexible when dealing with people around here who were more or less strangers to his particular kind.

"A pleasure, Clarice. Name's Cayde," he said as he reached over to shake her hand with his gloved one. "You seem to be taking to the place pretty well."