[The compliment is acknowledged with a nod and a smile - he appreciates it, even if they don't know each other too well yet. He pauses to make a good dent in the veritable mountain of food, but eventually says,]

You can say that again. I'd return the favour, but there's not much to know about me. [That in particular is said with a hint of good humour to him, if not only because he's aware that he's something of an anomaly in this community.

Thank god.] Oh, um. Except for that the bugsuit is actually a part of the AI in my spine? So if I look like I'm talking to myself while we're out there, I'm not actually crazy. Or on drugs.

[He's gotten both accusations. He's getting used to it.]