Nevin stared at the individual in front of him in sheer, stunned silence for a solid minute. Then the alchemical text dropped from his slack grasp as his brain worked furiously to process the diatribe the thing in front of him had just gone on. He thought of her - it - as a thing for the moment because now, he didn't know just what in the name of Crimson he was even looking at any more.

Several things that had been bothering him now made sense. A weird, unbelievable sense. The reason Ezra seemed too 'perfect', their features too well placed, none of the tiny flaws that normally existed on a person? Was because they were designed to look just that way. It was like a doll - too much effort went into perfecting the appearance, and it went beyond realistic in its attempts. The reason he had thought their facial features didn't quite match up with the emotions they seemed to express through their words - well, the entity in front of him had said it itself, linguistic phrases could be complicated if you didn't grow up with them.

The blood that had been creeping up his neck and into his cheeks had been washed away in that icy realization. Moreover, the Alchemist also had put together that the being in front of him didn't understand itself fully - why else would it have suddenly approached him about the symbols in its flesh? It sought to learn about itself, and apparently Alchemy had gone into its construction - did that make this strange being, at least a partial Homunculus?

Nevin picked up the text from the floor and set it down on the counter, adjusting the collar of his shirt as he turned to address the 'woman'. "It was not my 'primal urges' as you so crudely put it. Allow me to clarify - in human culture, men and women who scarcely know each other - as we do - will not strip down in another's presence, unless one is a medical professional and the other their patient. Now, while you came to me as a patient seeking aid on an alchemical issue, this would normally fall under such a category, it is late and I am tired, and so my mental equilibrium is already off balance, so when you immediately began stripping before I could register what was happening, I was thrown further out of sorts. Now then." He adjusted his collar again, and picked up his notebook.

"I think I have already deduced, in part, your existence, but to be certain - you are some form of Homunculus? One that is more advanced than the norm by far, as normal Homunculii are not as intelligent nor as independent as you."