     Processing... Processing...
     Unidentified human(?) sighted.      Abilities unknown. Significant risk detected.      Approach with caution.
Rhubarb did not think he had ever came across a situation that was so entirely impossible to understand with processors. He had surely had difficulty comprehending emotions, or human customs of sort, but he knew that those things were in the realm of reality. This time, he was uncertain if this was real at all.
He disliked being made to question things, but when a scan of his files couldn't match this strange place with any location knowledge that his company left him, he found himself having to doubt. Even stranger was his lack of signal. It wasn't as if he frequently put it to use, but it made him doubt that initiating an emergency shutdown would even contact his company.
It was perplexing, certainly. He was tempted to do so anyway, to conserve power in such an uncertain situation, but his lack of knowledge on when someone might start him up again was too worrying to ignore. Perhaps gathering knowledge was the correct route, then? Overwhelmed by architecture and sounds that he hadn't seen before--luckily for him, a lack of a certain sense leaving him blissfully unaware of the multitude of stenches--he finds himself eventually approaching a boy.
Strange, he thinks. Did the patch mean his eye was damaged? Such information was surely irrelevant at the current moment. Yes, he needed to gather knowledge about his circumstances immediately. "Excuse me," he greets flatly. "Can you please tell me my location?"
