"Zero, that's disgusting!" Harpuia blurted, recoiling from the spit on the floor. Kind of the wrong thing to be focusing on, there.

A fact that hit Harpuia a second later, his struggling systems finally catching up to the obvious. Reploids didn't salivate. As far as he knew, Zero had never been built with artificial flesh anywhere but his face. Certainly not with the sort of aftermarket upgrades that had no point outside of a human-reploid relationship.

"Then... that disc... was for this?" He managed, falteringly. "How do you feel?"

Wait, no, priorities. Treat him as a human. Harpuia gave his head a shake, trying to will his processors into running a little more smoothly. "Er... first of all, find something to cover yourself up. You must be cold."