Cue someone who has never seen television, manga, comic books, or anything more modern than his world's equivalent of Shakespearean plays.

What the hell is the robot doing, thinks the gigantic hypocrite, though he's been wearing fairly normal things the entire time he's been here. Pants and shirts or simple dresses--he works with what he has. (Possibly he's just biased against any and all machines thinking they're real people. Damn you creepy things.)

"What is this." he says, flatly.