Molly's only run-in with fish people were the merrows in the swamp, but obviously this was a much less monstrous being. He's all smiles, waving away the robot.

"These automatons are fucking weird but harmless, don't worry about those."

He's never seen them being anything but awkward helpers, no matter how pushy they might be about sexy things.

"Mollymauk Tealeaf, a pleasure to meet you even if this mess." There's a swish of his coat as he gives a small bow. "Welcome to Fucksville, a place where everyone's trapped by some messed-up god-thing in its own little pocket of existence. You'll need a drink for this shit."