There's a man with mechanical arms facing a wall as he smoked a cigarette, tapping his foot as if he were tapping a beat. He doesn't turn around to face you, though, he acknowledges your existence as he spoke in a gentle tone.

"..Hello, my dear. Is there something you need?"

As he spoke a large cloud of spoke escaped his mouth, though, still facing the opposite direction. He glances over at you with inhuman eyes. It seems like they've also been replaced with mechanical replicas.