They could, but they absolutely won't. Anna watches the display expressionlessly for a long moment, sharing at least part of the discomfort as she tries piecing together a few different things about Gus just from the way he's holding himself and talking. She doesn't get very far before he reveals—or rather doesn't reveal himself to her, and that's when her expression changes. Her eyebrows go up, though her one is hidden behind the eyepatch, and she tugs at the collar of her tee.

Not out of discomfort, though. She just wants to make sure that the thin black seam running along her neck is visible. "Dude, I'm a robot," she says as plainly as she can. "Everything from the neck down is wires and metal. I definitely get weird body shit." She won't say, or at least not yet, whether the robot transformation is temporary or permanent.

"And turning invisible ain't even the worst one I've, uh, not seen this month. Met a dude at a friend's fireworks party who was straight up a devil, plus one of my other friends was a centaur and his boyfriend was a giant bird." And also Alexander the Great, but things are weird enough as is. She lets her hand fall back to her side. "If it works like the rest of this stuff, you'll be fixed by the turn of the month." And if he's not? Well, he can figure that out later, probably.

"That help the anxiety at all?" she asks genuinely despite her choice of words.