Hob replied with a good natured smile. "None taken." He knew how eccentric non-humans could be, and he's quite used to dealing with one in particular whose pride is easily harmed.

"Humans know about other worlds where you come from? Perhaps we're a little behind where I come from." He's starting to realize that not everyone here is from the same place or time. Were these reflections of the future? Or just other universes or something like that? It was all fascinating for Hob, who'd only heard of such things in fantasy or science fiction books, but even fictional stories sometimes had a grain of truth in them.

"No worries, there's plenty of other machines." He gets one going with his garment, but it'll still take some time before it's finished. "I guess you have your own way of dealing with laundry, Mr...?"