Maeve has had worse said to her, so she's not terribly insulted. "No. We do not have magic. At least not like that." She's fairly certain she might have seen it if they did. "It's fine," she says quietly.

"Yes. Westworld is where I am from. Technically. I was made there." She pauses, trying to decide if that was too vague before deciding to clarify with, "My creator and his partner built us. This is a few upgrades in." She gestures to herself then. She shrugs and leans back. "Where is it you are from? I'm certain it's more entertaining than Westworld."