Data turns his head from Felix to Andrew in a slightly too smooth motion, yet another tell that his skin isn't skin, and beneath it lie no such things as bone or muscle.

Andrew is clearly uncomfortable, and his friend is very obviously distancing himself from Data. He is intrigued (as much as an android can be intrigued), and wishes to understand why. He returns his eyes to Felix, changing his mode of address to a more suitable one. "May I pose a question, sir?"