Zenyatta brightens, and he clasps his hands before him. "True self is without form. Though, I would be lying if I did not say I am pleased to meet more who are familiar with mechanical people beyond fiction."

Mentally, Zenyatta reminds himself that he needs to meditate and organize his thoughts. It would do much to help the budding homesickness within him, to accept and then proceed to move forward. It would not do to dwell on the discord when he can find harmony. But he does miss home and the work he was doing there. The people he was with.

"I do not mean that I am uneasy around the others who inhabit this place. They are have been very kind, and the townspeople have been too. If you wish, I could ask in your stead or introduce you, so they know you to be a friend."