For once, it doesn't even occur to Tarantulas to lie or prevaricate.

"I'm a Cybertronian," he whispers for only Ryja to hear. "Have you seen the living statue who works for one of the clinics? Like him. We come from different versions of the same world...some ten thousand years ago, I modified myself to appear organic...and then I modified myself again when I came here. Usually I can shift between a bipedal form and a spider form at will, but since I died..." His legs twitch in a spidery shrug. "I appear to be stuck like this, at least for now."

"What about you?" he asks, gentle yet eager to know her better.