Blue light spills from his mouth whenever he opens it to speak, but for all that he's made of metal, there's perhaps a strange warmth to his tone despite the electronic tinge, maybe even something of a worldweariness.

The Exo considers, nodding. It's still a little overwhelming to him, the entire situation, the being in some place completely unfamiliar. At least the questions are easy to answer. "Name's Banshee. I'm from the Last City on Earth." He pauses as though trying to work out proper protocol for conversations. Most people that came to him in the City knew him, and there was no need to answer the where's when you stayed in the Tower. "You?" he eventually asks.