The girl wasn't one Liron had seen before. Not that he saw a lot of humans outside of the station and calls. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to recall if she was the child of the family. He was pretty sure the little human had been a male, and surely less than 10 years. This one was female and considerably ... older. 

[i]A neighbor?[/i] he considered numbly as his mind processed the question she posed for him. It was one he had heard before - not to himself of course, but to others. Always to others. How was he supposed to respond to her inquiry? Each time it was presented to humans it seemed it was par the course to lie and say, 'I'm fine,' even if tears were running down one's face. Liron never quite understood the reasoning behind this, and it was never adequately explained to him. 

"Is the dog safe?" Liron asked finally, deciding that if he succeeded in his mission he would be "fine." Injuries could heal and his currently useless arm - the weight of the mechanical thing and his inability to send signals to it alerted the cyborgel it was in a state of serious disrepair - could be addressed at a later time. That and his lack of clothes - while there was weight on top of him, it was not that of his uniform. To be truthful, Liron didn't even know how to begin describing how he felt besides expressing he was in pain - surely that wouldn't be anything to help form a diagnosis to begin repairs.