Hal pauses mid-step when someone pops around a corner of the upstairs, then puts his foot back on the floor and tilts his head. Just a little. Curious more than startled or scared. "I heard the radio," he confirms, voice just a little too metallic to be fully human.

Not that it's not obvious what he is: his skin is grey and there are red circuit lines down the sides of his face and neck. He's got too many clothes on to see if they keep going down, but that's not important right now because he should probably answer the rest of the questions.

"You can call me Hal," he offers as an olive branch, then continues: "it appears to be a manipulation tactic to give us a sense of knowing one another more than we actually do."