Johnn did want a little more than that, but, honestly? He wasn't one to pry further, especially not with a newcomer who wasn't completely open to this situation. His 'bedside manner' was never the best, but he knew where to draw the line.
"Good, the more helpful people we have here the better. I was a military man, myself. Served for many years, helping to develop drone technology, that's actually where I got my doctrine.. Which... Led me to how I am, were... Will be once the Station decides to stop fucking around." As he walked forward, the fat cat's head turned back to her, blinking his glowing green eyes. "Oh, I don't own this place. I'm still not entirely sure who does? But, it's neither here nor there at the moment. I just want to make sure you get your vaccinations, all that jazz." He would lead her through the part, down some corridors, an elevator or two, then finally he got her to the Med Bay.
"Sorry that look so long, but here we are! Dr. Cuddy and Sophia will be able to help you from here. If you need any other assistance, the phone in your pocket had my contact information. Please, do not hesitate to call me, alright?" The robotic man in a robotic cat's body did his best again to look and sound reassuring. "I am sure the time we meet, well... I won't be in this form."