Genji hums a little bit to himself as he works on planting another seedling. He didn't pay the startled voice much mind - there is plenty of noise going on around him - but the soft pad pad of feet over to him and then a whine has him looking up.

His helmet is pushed up, at least, exposing his eyes, and they crinkle in delight and a small chuckle as he raises a gloved hand for inspection. Nisha may smell many things - the metal and synthetic of his body, the faint electric scent of energy, but underneath it all is a distinctly human scent.

"Why hello there. You seem to have slipped your master's leash."