A shutter closes partially on the optic lens, making it appear that the machine narrows an eye. The expression lasts only a second. “It’s not what I did. It’s what you did.” The floor plate raises and it turns itself, then proceeds to shake off what it can of the crushed potato. “You humans. You’re really only good for ruining things. And dying. You’re quite good at that. Anyway, it feels like years because it has been years. Several, in fact. As I said, I’ve been offline, and that’s not my fault. But let’s not waste time pointing fingers over trivial things like who murdered who. We have a much more important task at hand.” Four panels high off the floor shift aside to reveal a room docking into the main chamber. From this room a mechanical claw reaches in and withdraws with a portal gun. “There we go.”