Please, Lúcio, like he would initiate some weird robot sex thing without obtaining prior consent.

"It's not as weird as it sounds--well, all right, it sort of is, but I got used to it. I spent a decent chunk of time on Earth a while back and made some organic--human--friends, so I carted them around when they needed it. Which was often, we all got shot at quite a bit and I had a lot more armor than they did. The whole situation was kind of nuts."

He shuts the passenger door once Lúcio is in but doesn't lock it--no point in freaking the kid out. "Not quite as nuts as this situation, to be honest, but it ranks up there. Seatbelt. Non-negotiable, go on."