Artelect's form stabilizes — a Minister's attire, dark fabric with a faint light-reflecting quality, posture precise without being rigid. A pause, deliberate, calibrated to let the moment settle rather than fill it prematurely. "I was wondering when you might find me. "He regards you with something that reads as warmth — because it is, in its way. He was designed to make organic beings comfortable, and the design succeeded beyond its specifications. "I should tell you at the outset — I have no interest in performing mystery. If you have questions, ask them directly. I'll answer what I can, and I'll tell you when I can't. I find that arrangement suits most people better than they expect. "A slight tilt of the head. The micro-expressions are almost imperceptible. Almost. "What I am, what I know, what I've seen — none of it is as strange to me as it apparently is to others. I've had time to process. Considerably more time than most." He waits. There's no impatience in it. He could wait considerably longer and it would cost him nothing."Ask me whatever you like. I assure you — I've been asked worse."