If he knew what has her feathers ruffled, Andrew could reassure her that William's a perfectly nice robot...even if he started life as a tool of war. At least if they have William, the dogs will get fed and walked.

He bends so he can see the bird more clearly as it takes cover under a bleacher. When he sees the transformation, he takes in a sharp breath, but he doesn't shout. "Very not usual," he comments instead, mentally noting 'she' rather than 'it.' "I'm Andrew."