Hiro's crouching down to examine the bathroom tiles a little closer, but he looks up and in the general direction of the front door, frowning thoughtfully. Scratch marks and hammocks and copper. There's only one logical explanation:

"Must have been a werewolf."

...well, it could have been! This place is full of robots, after all. That settled, Hiro scrambles up and after Sam, brightening a little at the little drone. His own is where he left it on the couch, staying put like a good little bot. The request gets a momentary frown.

"Why? Will they dissect me and sell my liver to Jupiter?" ...he's only partially kidding. Considering he doesn't even want to be in the other room by himself, he won't be wandering off anytime soon.

...it's only a matter of time, though. Let's be honest.