[Certainly Bardo's movements have a curious, practised kind of weight to them; though he is light on his feet, though his body learns each of his partner's daintier steps, he does not entirely carry himself as a dancer.

Nor is it entirely feline, despite Bardo's claims. There's reach strength in the arms that twirl him, the gesture made all the more effortless by the anti-gravity module that keeps Zenyatta an inch or two above the ground and renders each spin balletic.

It isn't quite enough to throw off his gyroscope, but he still holds onto Bardo just in case as it finishes- and laughs up into his face at his clumsy (but appreciated) attempt at sensitivity.]

Normally, he'd use the robot-with-AI explanation, but it sounds as if he might need to take a step back.]

I am an omnic: a self-sustaining machine, controlled by a computer so complex as to be self-aware, and thus almost indistinguishable from the human brain.

[Zenyatta would be surprised if he hadn't familiarised himself even in passing with computers during his time here. As he continues he steps forward, gently urging Bardo to lean backwards as he places one hand securely on the small of the man's back.]

You have seen the street cleaners here? I am an advanced version of that.