Synth. Some of 'em look like me, all servos and sprockets. Some of 'em look like you, indistinguishable from a human. They can't take the skin off, though. They're flesh and blood.

[Now the goose has turned its vicious attention to the bottom of Nick's slacks, pecking and tugging at the slightly ragged hems. As long as it doesn't start grabbing wires, he's fine ignoring it. Kind of admires the persistence, really.]

Name's Valentine. Nick Valentine.