Data nods. At this point, he's resigned himself to the fact that he will not always understand his human coworkers and companions. They are, after all, a complex people, endlessly fascinating in their variety and sheer incomprehensibility. Many sentients are, of course—most, Data would venture to guess—but humans particularly.

It's why he likes them so much. Though, he was created by one of them and in their image, so perhaps that is only natural.

He gives the replicator a thoughtful look, before obligingly striding forward and sliding his fingers around the edges so he can lift its face off and take a look at its innards, "I will not know until I try."