[The surface is metal but coated with something that makes it /just/ rough and tacky enough for there to be a bit of friction to let him pick up and handle things. It's cool but not as cold as she might have expected for metal. And if she listens closely, she can hear the soft sounds of his internal workings - the steady thrum of his engine, whirring of cooling fans, the buzz of electronics. Not that she'll know /what/ they are, but they're there.]

[Oops, caught! He flinches a little, looking duly contrite as he drops his gaze.]

Ah! I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I've just . . . never seen a human with hair longer than they are tall. I am concerned with it getting caught on something or someone back in there tripping on it, though. How long is it? I'll help gather it up if you need...