[ it's clear in the flicker of his eyes and the set of his jaw as he contemplates it all that he's following her, though he doesn't bother to nod along or make any noises of affirmation or the like when she pauses. he isn't bothering with such platitudes right now.
"robotic body," though, makes his eyes narrow almost threateningly, certainly aggressively. he doesn't like that at all. not one bit. ]
How is it that you know how this girl was meant to die? [ the unspoken questions are "who is she?" and "what did you do to her?" but he leaves them for now in favor of another. ] And what is this "game" you speak of? [ the faint aggression in his expression has dissipated; he may be demanding more data, but it is not an interrogation. ]