[ The making nice is appreciated, stranger -- if he were back home DiMA might have mistaken the larger robot for a modified assaultron or some such, but his voice is far more modulated and intonation too nuanced for that. It's unlikely anyone outside the Institute could have managed such a sophisticated build, anyway, and their focus is synths. It's intriguing, that's for certain.

DiMA doesn't seem to find the question rude at all. To the contrary, he's very aware of his physical state and how off-putting it is to humans and synths alike. The fact that his new acquaintance didn't recoil is already a better start than he's accustomed to. ]

You're likely correct. They were quite threatening, weren't they?

[ He lifts the hand not holding his memory bank, as if examining the skeletal framework that remains of it. ]

"Disrepair" is a polite way to put it. I was not built to last, I'm afraid. When you live a century or so longer than you were designed to, things wear out and replacement parts aren't exactly an option.

[ The rain doesn't seem to be dangerous for the larger robot, but it still doesn't seem ideal... DiMA lowers his hand again and considers the doorframe of the little house instead instead. ]

I believe this ceiling is tall enough to shelter you, if the entrance were modified.