Sandra's eyes narrowed. There was something about this guy that was off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He apparently had allergies, so her probably wasn't a robot. Unless robotics had advanced to the point of mimicking even the most human of flaws. Regardless, there was no point in continuing to grill him like a suspect.
"So, how does a guy from a town whose central hub is three kilometers from the coast and rests fifteen meters above sea level end up with an organization like Speedwagon? And what do you people even do?"