"No," he said with a little smile and a chuckle, "I'm not human. I'm a synth."

Turning fully back to Malcolm, he held out his hand politely, "Forgive me, I haven't yet introduced myself."

The hand he held out was in better condition than the other, which was little more than metal bones, but some of the silicon skin was still missing on the good one.

"I am DiMA."

ooc: forgot to mention in my first reply that dima's body is in really bad shape. here's a reference pic