Ramirez could see it spoke and wasn't attacking, and had become calm and began to ramble himself about his own experiences, and listen to this scissorhanded man. "No, it isn't important. You're right." Why was he feeling this way? It was obscure.
Ramirez nodded and listened, finding Edward's entire story intriguing. An android? And the persecution he was faced with? It was all astounding. Sure, they had robotics in Arcadia, but never anything like this. The closest thing to an android would be Fina or Ramirez themselves, as he theorized the elders created them but they were organic.
"You've lived quite an interesting life in a short amount of time. You shouldn't have to face the persecution you have been through, its too much. Oh, ships? They are large machines, or maybe similar to houses? They carry people from one place to another. In Arcadia, we use them in the sky and power them with crystals that fall from the six moons we have there. They are magical you see."
Looking nearby, he'd spot a book on boats and pull it out, opening it up and showing Edward a picture of one. "This is a ship. Ours looked something like this."