Pico was confused. Why did she think he wasn't real? He was real. He wasn't a fake thing or something she was dreaming. So why did she seem to think she was. "I don't know how long. Pops said he wouldn't be coming back. That the others wouldn't be coming back either. That it was the last time I would see him. I miss Pops. He was always nice to me. While the others just viewed me like I wasn't a person." He said softly. Blinking as she gingerly touched his face. He was used to things like this so he automatically held still. He watched her looking at him. Felt her hands touch his ears which made them twitch. He hadn't told her to stop because being checked over was part of what the scientists had always done. He had already readjusted to being on his feet again. The light bumps she slid her fingertips over began to heal beneath her fingers. They were soon gone and smooth skin was back there. "That is where they took blood and where Pops stuck a needle in me that made me sleepy." He said softly. "Are you done examining me?" He asked softly. He had sometimes asked that. "Do I get to see outside now? Are you going to take me outside? Mexoa said now I would get to see outside the walls of the lab." He said with an eager and excited voice.