The longer he looks at Aya, the more questions he has because it's clear to him that she wasn't made with any tech he's familiar with. Really, the only thing keeping him from asking about a thousand questions is the look on her face.

Which, if he's being honest, is really strange. None of the robots and androids he's interacted with could really convey emotions that way.

"Music," he says, lifting his hands to mime drumming. "It's pretty much required listening if you're in that rebellious stage of your life."

He drops his hands to his sides.

"Are you sure you weren't expecting someone? You seem a little disappointed. At least, I think you do? I'm not exactly used to dealing with robot emotions."

It was always kind of hard to tell with Red Tornado. He winces, a little.

"That sounded less rude in my head."