"I have not," Monarch answered the battle-priest, their voice conveying polite curiosity.  They made silent note of the man's immediate assumption of their masculinity.  It was a source of interest, bordering on amusement, to see how various people reacted to them.  The spider-woman had an almost opposite reaction; rather than ignoring Monarch's mechanical nature, or assuming they could be treated as any other, she found it fascinating, and wanted to know more about it.  Mon had seen both reactions in their time, and many in between.  Though they had a basic set of emotions, the concept of offense did not translate very well to them, and neither immediate attention, nor ignorance to their unique state of being had any adverse effect.  It was just something they noticed.  

Monarch allowed themself to be led into the shop, and listened with some interest as the man told of his god.  They paused briefly as they reached the proprietor's desk, where she readied herself to observe what they had.  

"I am called Monarch-12," they indicated a marking above their right eye in a now-dead language.  "It is a pleasure."