He raises his metal arm slightly to reach towards the bike out of curiosity, but pauses as she speaks, considering her guess with an absent look.

There's so much that the soldier doesn't understand, and her words bring him back to the mission on the helicarrier and his failure. He thinks about how lost and confused he was after being unable to stop the captain, confronted with a face he did and didn't know, a target that did not even try to finish him off when he had the opportunity and who saved him and told him things he didn't understand. He had not known any other way to confront that confusion other than to react violently.

His arm lowers.

"Maybe you're right," he says, but he wonders if his reactions are anything like other humans'.