Viktor had his cane, York had his hoodie. The smaller man shifts in the garment, pulling at the neckline for a brief moment - a soft glow shines out from it before the hoodie covers it again. He smirks a little at the question.

"I'm guessing you don't have androids where you're from, then." hand is held up, human looking as ever. Then there's a soft electric hum before the skin... retracts, leaving only a white shell visible. Another hum of that electricity and a softer whirring noise as panels push outwards to show off the intricate workings of tubes, wires, and machinery that moved the parts fluidly. "It's not ideal, but we can use other parts that we find for our own systems."