Honestly, the only really stark thing about him is the rather machine-like prosthetic that makes up the majority of his right forearm, though only the shiny black metal hand is visible.

Rather than comical, the almost reflexive-looking gesture is rather endearing.

"That's..." Callias squints a bit at the thought. "bizarre."

Okay, the police, huh? Better be careful. Sure, his ID wasn't fake, but he didn't want to give any reason to... find him suspicious.

"Ah, sorry, I don't mean to imply that you're bizarre. Just, the decision to downsize you is strange to me."

But he knows that he's lucky to have such an opinion, even knowing how fickle humans can be over even their own kind.

"Do you enjoy being this size?"