Jon's attention sticks with the droid as the little machine moves. Part of him expects this to end terribly. With the droid plunging some sharp metal part of itself into the young man's neck or drilling into his skull or something similarly terrible.

But none of that happens.

Thankfully.

Yet he can't really stop staring.

"And you are not worried about that in the slightest."

Again, not a question. An observation.

He forces his attention away from the droid and instead catches sight of the parked ships once more, recalling his earlier confusion with a bit of a rather nervous frown.

"What abut those. Are they their own... Spaceships? As well?" No, he isn't even sure if he's doing this right.