"I'm not really a person," Winter counters, but without any heat or annoyance. It's just a statement of fact, as he sees it. He eases the old man down on the cot, and pulls back his eyelid to check if he hit him too hard. No sign of concussion. "Not yet, anyway. I'm still working on it. Once I work up to person. Then I'll figure out if I'm any good."