Heather feels a flicker of amusement at the cat's reaction, one side of her mouth quirking upwards, but it fades away quickly as he continues. She picks up easily on his tone and her brows furrow as her gaze falls to the armband and then the numbers. Her stomach sinks. History has taught her a few things about armbands and numbers.

"Seems like they shouldn't have made you to look human if they were afraid of that," She mutters with a hint of sharpness as her gaze returns to his face. She wouldn't have thought he wasn't human if he didn't say something, never one to scrutinize the clothes people wear, especially after coming here; lights were a common clothing addition.

"I don't think that's a law here, though." If that offers any comfort. If that's something he's even capable of feeling. She only knows a little about androids, mostly what she's read in books, and heard briefly from Hank. She's smart enough to not apply the things she's learned to him, though.