"You own a droid?" she asks, curiosity momentarily diverting her from her suspicions. He's clearly somewhat used to synthetics, despite his odd behavior.

She glances back at his phone, giving it a surface-level scan. An AI could also sweep his personal files if their programming permitted it, but that seems uncharacteristic. It's not something she'd be wise to warn him about just yet, either.

"Regardless, your assessment is correct. If a droid is responsible, it may be of no concern. Civilian AIs are commonly programmed to closely observe the humans they serve in order to better anticipate their desires." A human might take the opportunity to lean on the bar while they look around: Arid just turns on her heel, gaze picking out the couple of servers on duty.