[Gren gets wanting to flying under the radar with the whole not being human thing. People can be shitty about things that aren't like them, and even if there are a few out and proud androids running around Hadriel, a little caution never hurts. The whole Null thing doesn't help him, either, as far as current opinion about robots goes, but, hey, at least Connor has his pretty boy face to help garner public approval. Everybody likes attractive people.]

Still. Might be shit for you to salvage somewhere around here.

[He'd said it before just to see if he could get a rise out of Connor, to see if he was right about him, but it's... not entirely just to be shitty. Gren's out here to try to make sure that everyone can get what they need, and if Connor needs something different, well, then he's just gonna have to keep an eye out for whatever is part of a robot's balanced breakfast.]

[He turns his attention back to the thick ice when Connor mentions it.]

Handy. [No pun intended.] It'd be good to have more than one source of water around here. Just have to make sure everybody fuckin' boils it first, I don't wanna have to deal with, I dunno, fuckin' alien cholera or whatever.

If I manage to yank one of these motherfuckers out, [He gestures with his heel at one of the dark shapes swimming below the ice,] can you do the same thing with them? Figure out if shit's poisonous?