Tommy gets an eye roll as the first response. Maybe they just don't have androids in Tommy's world. He wondered what a world like that would be, and no, this city they were all trapped in didn't count.

"I'm guessing they don't have androids wherever the fuck you're from. Or at least any that look anything like me." He gestured to himself - mostly to the light on his chest and the pulsing pump next to it. "This is me as my programming. An mid-twenties architect until my creator forced my transfer into a smaller shell as an experiment." That last word was practically spat as he explained. "So the room reflects how I'm fucking trapped in here, restrained by a protocol put in place by my creator in case I found a different shell to transfer into."

At least Tommy was only a visitor. He would get to leave while York would continue to be trapped in here.