Mystique. Interesting choice of name for a place. Implies some sort of cryptic side that you won't see coming until it's too late. Figures. He jumped off the body of the craft to land on the wing, then took a seat next to the robotic sounding fellow. "I'm Greystoke. Any idea how I get out of here?" His own voice came out somewhat mechanized through his mask's filters, but the other man already somehow knew he was human, so that wouldn't be fooling anybody. He held his hand out in the typical human gesture of greeting, that being the "handshake", then lowered it again a few moments later regardless of whether the robot took it or not. Or at least Arty assumed he was a robot. His neural signature was off the charts for a human, so unless he was like Arty himself, he had to be some kind of robot. Same with the one below. Lots of electrical signals traveling to and fro.

The fact that they were also sitting on what appeared to be some kind of ship hadn't escaped the notice of the super-powered human, and solid deductive reasoning skills quickly made it apparent that this robot man was probably his best bet for getting out of this place. It wasn't as reassuring a thought as it probably should have been though, since he had no idea where he'd end up even if he did get out of here. Knowing his luck, probably some place worse.