Vision was not ashamed of being a synthezoid. Far from it. There were days he might bemoan the fact, when he was being especially broody, but other times he had no reason to hide it.
Except for times like these. When traveling, it was simply easier. Convenience at times came before pride and wanting absolute social acceptance. Broxton was a small town. There were strange enough events afoot. He needed add himself to the speculation.
So he kept the facade up, the delicate program that cast a different pattern of lights and holographs over him, changing his skin tone and giving the appearance of hair and normal clothing. This did not stop Eira from grabbing his cloak and chewing on it at times, causing ripples to falter from the program.
"Eira, not now," he said, grasping the silky cloth from between her teeth and letting it fall into the cloaking program again. Eira gave a stubborn sound, but didn't reach for it again. She was accepting this new man in her mother's life, but she was learning he did not budge on his 'no's as Loki sometimes did. It didn't make her unhappy, however. She'd push. He'd remind her of the boundaries, and she was starting to settle a little more for the fact.
"Wanda," Vision queried, at her side, though his gaze was looking over the town. "I know you want to investigate this, just in case it has something to do with what your powers have done previously, but are you certain you want to truly stay here till it is resolved?" Vision could and would follow Wanda wherever she wished. He wasn't sure how the locals would take to their presence, however. Small populations still often held prejudices. On their own, it would not be so difficult. With Eira, he was more cautious.