[ Humans aren't generally so accepting of synths in their midst, this woman is throwing DiMA for a bit of a loop but he's not looking a gift horse in the mouth. So to speak. He's never actually seen a horse, just knows the expression. He won't question her motives, at least for now -- he wants to believe that people can be good and the less convincing required to remain inside the better. ]

That's very kind of you, Alice. I don't require blankets, just a roof for the time being. I can be out of your way as soon as the wind dies down and I don't have to worry so much about these old circuits getting fried.

[ He's debating taking off the wet poncho before coming further into her apartment, as it's dripping quite a bit, but underneath he's... even more visibly mechanical. For now he simply lowers the hood to see her reaction, revealing that his face is basically all the plastic skin left on his head. The rest is a mess of wires and protruding components that pretty much anyone could assume shouldn't get wet. ]

I would also like to make a... call, if you don't mind.