The enhanced beside which Luther sat raised his head. His neck remained limp and it almost seemed an effort for him to lift his head just so that it could slump in Luther's general direction. The workers eyes having a pure gray iris and apparently no pupil, yet they focused on Luther nonetheless. There was a soft whir as the incarcerated worker scooted up the wall a little. His right arm was robotic, entirely. On occasion yellow lights coursed across the framework of the arm. The cyborg just stared at it's new cellmate for a moment before speaking.

"How are you special?" he asked in a dry monotone. Almost with a child's voice and with a hint of curiosity but it was just that, a hint. It was even worth wondering if this cyborg was interested in it's cellmates abilities or circumstances. It certainly didn't show on it's face but that was common of most organic computers.