[@Legend] [@Stabby]

*A titter escapes my lips as I finally place my attention squarely on the occupants of the room around me*

God among us, no sarcasm, and clearly very different standards of hospitality. You're certainly not from the Hierophany. I'll get used to it, don't worry: my Pilgrimage has shown me more cultures than I could have imagined. Did you know, a few hundred parsecs from here, there's a colony of humans who see blinking as rude? They were scandalized by me, I had no idea what I was doing wrong. Fascinating people, really: beautiful artists.

*I clear my throat, as I catch myself rambling, and lean on a nearby wall. I renew my smile to look at the unfamiliar Alan*

Hello to you too: Hymn of Predestination. A Pilgrim, from very far away indeed. I was just trying to get to know your friend Data, though he seems awfully reticent. To answer your questions, Data: I want to know about you and the people here, but I don't know what I want to know. If I knew in what areas I was ignorant, this whole Pilgrimage would be much less interesting. The universe is full of people so alien I don't know what I don't know about them, so my questions might not be useful. If you're determined, though: 'Who are you, what do you do, what's the purpose of this facility, and who and why are those people fighting out there?'.

As for why, well, it's my holy duty to see and learn all there is to see and learn. I've been charged by God to learn, and so I intend to do so. Think of me like... a journalist, but without publications. Or a scientist, but without just one field of study. Or a detective, but without any crimes.

*I flick my hair behind an ear, smiling reassuringly as though to convince my words made sense*