[He isn't made strictly of metal, and the desire to correct her rises up unbidden, some habit of his that facilitates the accurate summation of what he is. But Connor just as quickly lets it drop, knowing her meaning.]

That's right. Horses can't remain lying down on their sides, can they?

[Barebones basic knowledge; likely too heavy for it.]

I wasn't created for strength; I'm more agile than a human, but not necessarily stronger. However, a few of the other androids here are, and don't assume that we won't work as a team to do what needs to be done.

[As he dries her off, he notes the tension in her muscles.] ...I'm sorry, am I doing something wrong?