He made a note of the military manner of the man in front of him, and carefully watched his face for any telling signs of emotion. The uncertainty, he could see. Which told Nick that maybe this was another new addition to this bizarre city. Interesting, it meant he wasn't the only person out of place.

"Yep," he raised his bad hand up, which was skeletal in nature but obviously metallic, "I'm an early prototype synth, a synthetic man." After all, there was nothing he could do to hide it, what with his metallic and wire structure peeking out the holes in his neck, his glowing eyes, his beaten skin. It was bizarre when he passed for human here. This sort of conversation actually made him more comfortable.

"The name's Nick Valentine."