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[Gently pokes him to check and see what Power Cosmic skin feels like.]

Wow.

*warm. warm, smooth metal.*

Is it what you expected?

[She wasn't really going to ask, but now that she's given a green light she's less sneaky about it. She reaches out to touch his leg, first with just her fingertips, then with her whole hand]

Whoohohohoa!

...Excuse me?

*he can't be hurting her. weird noises. why?*

[Nope, she's not hurt, she's just fascinated]

Shiny and smooth! Like Mercury but hard!

And not so poisonous.

[Don't tell her that, now Ed's tempted to lick him. She holds off on that for a couple seconds at least]

Why is he all shiny?

Because metal is shiny.

Unnecessary. My scans will suffice. [holographic beam sweeping up and down]

*blocking the scans from going past his skin. privacy!*

Can you touch?

[That's odd, no readings. Jarvis runs an internal diagnostic to make sure it's not a malfunction while he answers.]

I am able to detect certain skin characteristics if contact with the virtual keyboard is made. But I do not have hands as a human would in the traditional sense.

What are you?

[That he can answer easily.] I am Jarvis, an eighth generation AI computer system. What are you?

An alien who appreciates politeness.

[Was he not being polite? Jarvis attempts to correct this situation.] I do apologize if I have offended in any way. Are you using the term alien to mean extraterrestrial or a person from a foreign country?

From another dimension is most accurate.

I see. [a beat] Welcome to this dimension.

I'm not new. Thank you.