( normally he'd get a little pissy over someone doesn't know just touching his shit like they've been given permission for it but honestly--nate's doing it because he's clearly fascinated by them which soothes julian's ego enough that he shrugs it off with a grin. uncrosses his arms to press the hand remaining down against the seat beside him, as the one in front of him curls back into a fist. )

It's not robotic. They're metal, with metal joints, but there's nothing in them that moves them. That's all me. ( moving the hand out in front of him up to gesture towards the side of his head with an index finger. ) Telekinesis.