[The more he speaks, the more her demeanor changes, until he's sure he's poking at some very raw nerves. He hasn't scanned her, relying on his knowledge of body language alone, but it's obvious to anyone something's going on.]

...Oh. [What is he supposed to say to that? His eyebrows pinch together in guilty sympathy, his cheeks flushing blue. He was surprised, yeah, because she's as real-looking as any human, as any Deviant, and he hadn't been looking for any tell-tale signs of artificiality. He does wonder how similar they are beneath the skin, but that's not the sort of question one asks on first meeting.

Sound familiar? Uncomfortably so. He swallows, unable to meet her eyes.]

So in other words, in your world I would have been one of these... "blade runners". Were they replicants, too?

[He has more questions, lots of them, but he's holding himself in check for now.]