[His hand drifts up to his LED, rubbing at it self-consciously as it now spins red. He normally doesn't mind it and most of the time forgets it's even there, but it's part of his identity and he's sort of proud of it, how it marks him as something different. It's when people point it out, call him out on it, that he wonders sometimes if he should remove it altogether. The smile he offers her is pleasant, but laced with uncertainty and doubt.]

Oh, it's- it's my LED. It has a few different functions but the most common and obvious one is to act as a sort of visual indicator of my systems status.

[He reaches to straighten his non-existent tie, belatedly remembering that he's wearing only a t-shirt, and drops his hands to his sides, squaring his shoulders and forcing another smile.]

You never answered my question.