"This is the central console and time rotor," she corrects him as the dials and buttons on the console whir and blink busily. It ought to be rather obvious, she thinks, but she's not going to hold it against him if he's only ever seen human technology before.

"I was grown as well as technologically augmented," she explains, "but this particular design is mine." Which she is quite proud of. With a small but genuine smile, she tilts her head to look from the console up at him. "I think it is time you told me a little about yourself in return."