( Oh, well he hadn't considered a procreative sense to begin with, more the likes of a scientific laboratory or a machinist's shop. Steve actually smiles a little for Finn's momentary flustered appearance, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling. )

Androids, ( He supplies again, helpfully, then thinks about it further, ) Or automatons, but you're saying this... Viveca, can actually think for herself here? Where I come from, they're all...cogs and clockwork, maybe engine-driven, but they don't have–

( The wiggle of his gloved fingers beside his head says it all: a brain, real or artificial. He drops it to his side, and admits: )

That's amazing.