Delicacy isn't Emet-Selch's forte but he's quite aware that staring overlong is rude. He forcibly pulls his gaze back to her face, yet even then he can't help searching for the little tell-tale signs that indicate she is indeed an artificial human.

"A long, long time ago, 'twas not uncommon to have familiars fashioned after man's own image. They oft possessed physical qualities which clearly marked them out of course, but never before have I seen such artfully constructed machina." He pauses, lips pursed. "I wonder..."

But he shakes his head with a sigh.