[ The anyone who isn't a woman comment draws him up short and he considers it for a long moment. Different universes, different experiences. His owner is a human woman. He wasn't socialised as a man or even as a person, but as an object to be used. He's never experienced any of the privileges of a human man, but faced violation, prejudice, and violence at every turn prior to the Meadous. His programming normally prevents him from even being able to defend himself against humans.

So it's hard to wrap his head around a human expecting that same terrible treatment from him, particularly when he's here willing to risk his life just to help them. It strikes him as a rather uncharitable thing to say in this situation. ]

A makeshift stretcher would be good. And I'm not sure I understand what you mean. [ He sounds genuinely confused. ] Setting aside the fact I was programmed to prioritise human lives over my own. You think I'd risk my life and that of my companion trekking across the island just to— harm people I've never met? [ What does she think he'd even get out of it? ]

What kind of world are you from?