"No. But 'gynoid...' I don't like the sound of it." It feels -- reductive. The thing that makes her a gynoid instead of an android is also the reason she was created, is what she spent her first years active doing, until she couldn't anymore, and she hates thinking of that past.

Still, for a human, she likes this Spider-Man. Peter, as he's finally introduced himself. It's the fact that he never hesitated once: he'd treated her as an equal even after he'd realized she wasn't "real." Just one test to verify, and then... respect.

She's never had that from humans. She's glad to have seen it.

"For now? Figure out a place to sleep, figure out a way to get food. I don't see nylon compound powder in our supply lists, but I'll discuss adding it with the other leadership. And when you're ready... just keep doing what you do. Be the scary vigilante that makes a pacifist android protest look good."

As he takes off his mask, her gaze flickers along his face, analyzing. Her facial recognition gives her nothing, even after she corrects for the swelling. He truly, officially, doesn't exist then.

"Welcome to Jericho, Peter," she says, and there is nothing impersonal about her voice. It's not precisely warm, but the slight edge in her tone and the hint of the smile curling in one corner of her mouth are both genuine.