Nice and matter-of-fact. And, he notes, she takes it for granted that food comes from hunting. Must not have grocery stores where she's from.

He's not too proud for a hand up, so he takes it and then brushes himself off. Slightly less sandy now.

"What, like Barkley here? Why?" He glances from his dog and back to her. "Did someone program them to be assholes or something? This guy's a big goof most of the time. He'll roll right over for a belly pat."

Which is weird, because he is a robot. Must be a lot of sensors there.