“It is, and I am not.” An android such as this one might have experience with non-Terrans or might not, but he said himself he was built for investigation. Facts and deductions. Such things might be comforting for him, perhaps, allow him some familiarity while dealing with the Inn’s stark unfamiliarity.

Also, Xavin didn’t bother keeping his species a secret. It had yet to really impact him badly. Everyone had been willing to give him a chance. “I am a Skrull, from Tarnax VII in the Andromeda galaxy. We are shapeshifters, that is why I look human.”