Ahhh... [He pauses. Come to think... ...so many of these things are merely blurring in his mind, as if he's not even sure where they came from. He stares over the objects on the shelf, until finally what he picks out is what looks a bit like a little doll, porcelain pieces threaded together.] ...This. ...This is a 'karakuri'; it's a small robot, you could say...

It's from before I left Japan, many years ago. [That much feels natural. It is, after all, as he describes it. A relatively old automaton, from that region...]