[ Illumi listens with genuine interest— although, his deadpan expression doesn't convey much of it, aside from the slightest raise of his brow. A society of robots, with ones in the workforce, and even overseeing humans? It's something out of fiction where he comes from, so of course he's at least a bit intrigued. ]

So, there are even some with authority. I suppose if they are such a big part of society...

[ Then it might be normal. He mumbles off to himself, watching the droid scan that new plant, before his eyes drift upwards to the planet's sky. There are a collection of clouds up above, growing thicker as the pair move closer to the arid hills out of the more lush path they're trekking. ]

Most metals from my planet can be corroded by acid, [ He muses, thinking that it's quite possible that's not the case for the other man's place of origin, if their technology is so advanced. ] If I had something of that quality built from metals, I'd hesitate to bring it out here.

[ Cal says it's an explorer droid, so maybe it is built Texas Tough™, but he can't help but voice his question of whether or not it's safe for such a machine out here, where acid rain is frequent. The base camp seems lacking in ways to repair robots, from his uneducated perspective, after all. ]