Looking away, César doesn't reply immediately. But his silence means that he's started to think. If someone else had been murdered, how would César want it to be dealt with?

... Oh.

César's voice is quiet when he finally speaks, his voice and face blanked from emotion. "I had to be unkind to myself to save the world, and I've 'learned' that people didn't see me as a person much back home. The first is a habit I haven't had the chance to break, and the second is something I still need to unlearn."

He sucks in a breath. "... Vika. First Aid and Chris Freeman know. You should... talk to them. Vika held me at gunpoint and demanded she know more about me once she realized I had created sentient AIs. I'm an expert in artificial intelligence back home, and had to kill one of my creations before she destroyed all life on our planet, Earth And when I told her that story, she killed me instantly with some sort of freezing blast. Then she broke off my head, and then took it over to their clinic to warn First Aid about me."

César wraps his arms around himself, but otherwise, he's continuing with that same tone and expression. "I've hardly told anyone I died. Because if they find out, then they ask questions like you did. And isolating Vika is hardly going to help her. I'm the only one she's been violent towards that I know of."

Bart would like to have a word with you, César. Even if that had been planned.

"I know it's an irrational fear... but I'm worried about being pushed out into the cold if word gets out. Freezing to death or starving repeatedly until spring would be horrific." Oh, there's finally some emotion there: mostly repressed fear. "It was only my third day, and someone already murdered me."