The Centurion stares emotionlessly back, metal face long since molded into the expression it would wear for as long as it existed. There's no way for it to communicate- it wasn't built for that. It's doubtful it even can. But it doesn't attack her, so that's realy all that's needed.

"Possibly," Paarthurnax replies. "They were made to protect the strongholds of the Dwemer, but I would not doubt the Bastion would have it listen to us. This is for Colin- he will be able to pry more answers from it. I have trust in his skills."