That doll was about the same height as Melody, a little bit taller, actually, Isaac decided as he looked down at the face of the other. If he'd registered the other's time-healed wounds at all, he certainly didn't understand the meaning of them. As it was, the chief thought in his mind was about meeting a new person. Another doll, at that. For a moment he wondered if this doll could answer the questions that the scientists refused to provide insight on. He was slightly discomforted by the way the other was silently looking at him. He shifted on his feet as he waiting for an answer, if one was going to come, and propped his foot up on the ground, curling his toes against the floor. It was quite apparent that the other had noticed his state of dress, and Isaac could only hope that it would not be mentioned. He didn't know quite how he'd explain that one.
The response he'd been waiting for, those moments had drawn out into long minutes in his mind, was very polite in coming in a voice that sounded quite detached. And the accent was different than any he'd heard before. England, his brain informed him in it's helpful way. It was still strange that his mind knew things his consciousness did not, as if it was an entity separate from his mind itself. Another thing the lad noticed was that the voice was decidedly not female. At least, not like any female voice he'd heard. Actually, he really wasn't very sure as to what gender this doll was. Perhaps there was a third category of sexuality that he'd not yet learned about.
Isaac was drawn from his puzzling over this curious new matter by Adina. Or Adi, if he wanted to be everyone. He didn't quite register what his talking partner had said at first, just the grin across those confusing features. He did catch the very last part in full clarity, which made a faint flush tinge his face. While the former half of the little singsong sentence was still extraordinarily confusing, Isaac was more concerned with resisting the urge to pull his hoodie down to his knees in embarrassment. He didn't like that emotion. He'd ask Melody about it later, if she was a decent mood when she found him.
"It's a long story," He merely said instead, hooking his foot behind his other ankle and clasping his hands behind him. To swallow the redness in his cheeks he smiled, matching the other's expression. He refused to feel this embarrassment emotion. Keeping his composure apparently worked, because the longer he didn't fold to the temptation to act shyly the less the emotion tugged at his gut. He reached up absentmindedly, untangling his fingers, and touched the emblem stamped into his throat. there was a similar one on the other doll's throat, Mel told him that it was the way to identify a doll from a human. The other doll's emblem looked strange though, as if it had a crack running through it. Or something. He couldn't really tell what it was. Just that it was among the other small things that made this questionably-gendered doll just a tiny bit offsetting in his mind. Like something wasn't quite right. But Isaac hadn't met another doll before, he didn't know if they could look like that or not.
The outstretched hand made him jump, so engrossed in his thoughts as he was. The had had a pale streak, perfectly formed, across the palm. Isaac stared at the hand for a moment, uncomprehending. He looked up confusedly into the brown eyes of the other, noting that they were a lighter shade of his own hue distractedly. Before he could open his mouth to inquire about the gesture the other elaborated without prompting in that deliberate voice of his. Going somewhere. So why did he have his hand out? It took a moment for understanding to dawn across Isaac's face. Oh, he needed to take the hand so the other could guide him where they were going. "Yes, I'd like that." He said with a polite smile, still eying the hand.
Hesitantly he lifted his hand from his throat and moved it over to the outstretched one. Before he took the hand, however, he was compelled to draw his thumb across the white streak of skin. It didn't feel much different than the rest of the skin, actually. Then he looked at his own hand, where the skin was perfectly silky. His lips were slightly parted in a thinking expression as he slid his hand against the palm of the shorter doll his fingers knowing what to do instinctively. With his other hand he tugged his hoodie down to make a small attempt to cover himself. He stared with intensity at the other doll biting his lip as he continued examining the visual clues he was given, from the scar on the doll's forehead to the femininely curved cheek.
All of a sudden his processing core clicked, placing all the elements in the right spots, and a thousand and one questions flooded his mind. One at a time though, he knew. That was the best way to go about these things. Especially since this doll seemed very slow and deliberate with every word. Very unlike Isaac. "You are confusing me...Adi," He tested the name in his mouth, pausing for a moment before speaking it as if chewing on the letters, "Your appearance tells me you should be female, but your voice sounds male." He was very good at differentiating voices, it was one of the first things he'd done upon waking, as it had taken well over thirty minutes for him to figure out how to open his eyes. "I don't understand." He tipped his head to one side, the intense look on his face matched by the tone of his voice. His curiosity was a burning thing, and he'd just formulated many questions to ask, the first being the least of the ones present in his mind. Of course, Isaac had learned to start with the simpler things, because a potentially touchy question right off the start might cause the other to shut down, and Isaac wanted as many answers as he could get before he hit a wall, as always. And he wanted as many questions as he could get before Melody and her guard friends found him.