A veterinarian? He's only known a small handful of humans but still, none of them talked like she does. She's coming off as even more primitive than they already are. At least she has the wherewithal to not automatically assume he was some sort of animal as well.

"Don't quit your day job." He mutters. Luckily for her he's choosing at the moment to focus his energy on actually fixing upgrading things where he can.

"I am Wotto. And I am indeed. A construct." The rat chimes in, tiny, robotic voice sounding almost proud of that fact. "But that does not mean. I cannot also be. A friend."