[Roger is taken aback by the statement. So much so that he is briefly distracted both from watching for chromehounds and from the fact that his arm is free, as he takes a few moments to try to gauge whether the hedgehog is being sincere. With Shadow's general demeanor, he isn't able to tell, so he takes it as if it is.]

That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me.

[It's a particular ideal he aspires to. Though he's not sure whether he takes issue with the term 'robot.' He won't correct that though, mostly because Shadow has the strength to pry open a bear trap with his hands.

He takes the detached hand out of the trap, clenching it into a fist and then relaxing it, as well as individually flexing and turning the wrist and curling each finger, to make sure the servos in it still work fine.]

Really impressive. I'm pretty sure these are supposed to be for life-forms much bigger than... [It's at this point that it dawns on Roger that he doesn't know this being's species, but more importantly,] Actually, what's your name?