[ When he'd agreed to this, what he'd find on the other end was as much a mystery to him as when he'd agreed to Polpo's test. Comparatively, that test feels like a breeze compared to this — unreal and mechanical looking structures surround him. Focusing for a second, a soft whirring and a click; a robotic-looking figure emerges beside him, roughly his height and build with a featureless face. There's no need for him to bring Moody Blues out here, but it's a welcome relief that he's able to do so all the same.

He wanders, aimlessly at first, follows after odd little robots in the hopes that they may lead somewhere, ultimately proving to be a fruitless endeavour in the end as they lead him to a ledge that drops into darkness. The next thing he should do is find someone and make a real attempt to get their bearings. Traversing carefully, he keeps an eye out for any movement that can't be attributed to those robots, and maybe that's how he spots you before he calls out. ]

Hey, wait!

[ Things start to look different the further in he gets, more like something he'd see in one of those sci-fi movies — which makes sense, he supposes. It's a strange thing to experience, as the structures built up around him slowly become smaller, and smaller until they're more appropriate for his size. Idly, he wonders if they'll get smaller if he keeps going.

It looks like the space was intended as living quarters, habitable most definitely, but a cursory glance doesn't reveal whether they were actually lived in. ]

Wonder how long it's been since someone was here…

[ He trails a finger lightly across a nearby counter of sorts, leaving a smooth line through the thick layer of dust gathered on its surface. ]

[ The shipyard is a sight to behold, and yet Abbacchio is lingering near a large window, pre-occupied with the view outside. It's like nothing he's ever seen before, printed images in magazines or textbooks come nowhere close to capturing this — stars glittering in every direction for as far as his eyes can see, rocks and other detritus lost in space slowly drifting by. He stands quietly contemplating for a while, before he's pulled away by another Privateer, perhaps.

Exploring the shipyard itself is fascinating, if all a bit overwhelming with just how much choice there is. Abbacchio can be found meandering through the yard, sometimes alone or with that purple figure, reading through information on ships he's stopped by or inspecting them from a safe and careful distance with curiosity on his face. Eventually, he'll make his way over to the kiosks, muttering to himself as he does. ]

This is a lot of decisions to expect one person to make so suddenly.

[ After failing several times to actually get a handle on how the device works, and then trying to ignore the persistent pop-ups so that he could change the awful picture that the device has of him, he finally relents and taps out rather blunt and to the point answers. ]

Tell me a little about yourself: Name's Abbacchio. What else is there to tell?
Are you a LEADER or a FOLLOWER: Following is easier.
What is your best feature: Do we really have to answer this? I don't know… My investigative skills?