Blue is easy to move around, being compliant in his frailty, though he sits down a bit hard as even the mere notion of rest seems to take the strength from his legs before he's fully ready to.

He accepts what's handed to him reflexively, blinking after-the-fact at the curious shape of it. Blue comes from a time and universe of very stripped-down, sterile aesthetics - sharp edges, sheer surfaces, nothing too organic. This is peculiar.

Before he can get too lost in that, he lifts his gaze up to the equally peculiar-looking person. He's unlike anything he's ever seen or conceptualized before, so he can't help but stare.

You...aren't a human, are you?

Perhaps it's an obvious thing to ask, but with the way things are going? Blue can't be sure of anything right now.