Dick didn't respond to the first comment. He really could be the bigger man when it wasn't even a man he was talking to.
Which, granted, was ...something -ist, he wasn't sure what, but oh well.
Livingist, maybe? Biologyist?
He paused at the second comment. "I don't know," He said at last. "I hope so." He laid the blanket out across the base of the pilot's chair, and carefully picked the body up, laying it out on the blanket. He tried not to notice the way fibers crumbled into dust, or skin flaked off and shimmered to the floor.
He really tried not to think about what he was inhaling.
Specist? Did that count when it was a robot? Probably not.