He's maybe a touch sheepish as he replies, "I think because it's not necessary to my ability to survive, it was rendered inert by my arrival here. It's...strange, not being able to focus the same way I used to. It can't be wound like your hardware, given its location in my head. Not without twisting it out of my grey matter like so much very expensive spaghetti..."

What a grim thought. He'd rather focus on her problem at this juncture. "The computing power all in that one place, in your chip, seems so daunting. Are there others like you with this sort of operating hardware?"