That was a very specific question, and it threw him off for a second. That thought hadn't occurred to him before, or maybe it was something he was actively trying not to think about. The less he thought about what his synth body was doing in the Institute where it got made, the better in his book.

"I woke up in a garbage heap in tatters, so suffice to say if it did, they didn't want it anymore." he says, gesturing a bit as he speaks. "I'm not sure anyone's ever asked that one--most people are more concerned about whether I'm going to explode or something."

He pauses to gauge her again before continuing, "You've got a good head on your shoulders, so what was worrying you earlier? Maybe I can help."