"Yeah, no doubt my NYC has anyone green running around. Not even Cyberlife have models like that, and the closest you'll get are the Ralphs that are programmed gardeners. But no one's green." There's an eyeroll and he leans against the frame, hands in his hoodie pouch.

"Uh, yeah. That's what I just said. Seems like no organics listen, geez. That at least that seems to be a common thread. Speaking of intruders, you didn't answer me." He starts down the ramp, brows pinched over bright teal eyes. "What do you want?"