"Not fearsome. Fearful. Frightened. They think they're the most terrifying things in technocyte, but they can't stand the idea of something better than them." Someone better than them. Namely, himself.

"Nothing's ever done. Going to make them better. Make them again. Make something new." He ran a metal finger around the rim of an empty glass, producing a quiet, high-pitched scratching noise. "No lab here, but subjects, oh yes, lots of those. Maybe even interesting ones. Not you, though," he gestured casually in the little human's direction, nearly smacking them in the face by accident.

"Unless you have anything special hiding under that generic-looking exterior. Where did you say you were from again?" He's forgotten.