Antarcticite looks properly startled then, though surely their confusion isn't too much of a mystery. It isn't as though gems have much need for visual aids, as any imperfections in their physiology are chiseled away at the time of their rather unconventional birth.

"Oh," they reply, frowning thoughtfully, and tilt their head some as they consider the wire frames sitting on Conan's face. Being a living thing sounds as though it is awash with inconveniences. "Well," they start again, rather awkwardly, but seem rather at a loss for what to say that won't come across as insensitive. ...or barbaric, as suggesting that Conan seek replacement eyes might not go over well.