Arid turns just enough to give him the little headtilt that says he's being weird again. Perhaps it's normal for a human not to own a personal droid, but it's interesting that he sounds emphatically opposed to the idea, despite not seeming hostile towards her. She doesn't ask, though. Not yet.

"Logical." She's fine with being acknowledged as intimidating. There's a little hint of a satisfied undertone to her voice. "I am a state-of-the-art war machine. I am unfamiliar with civilian enforcement models, but their operational restrictions are significantly different." She wonders what they're like, though. What rules they're bound to follow...

Ah. She's prepared a story for this question. It's even basically true. "I am attempting to locate any service droids aboard this vessel. They may be able to assist me in locating any members of my unit who have visited previously. However, I have encountered very few so far."