A surreal figure looked down at the mech, surrounded with a purple haze, almost looking like an illusion given the way the haze swirled and drifted, with the slightest hint of purpose so subtle as to almost drive one insane attempting to decipher it. The figure was lean, slender and was utterly pitch black, black as the uncareing void of space save for two burning magenta ovoids that served as eyes. It's head was cocked to the side slightly; it had not seen an entrance such as this before. A jet black hand, streaming purple haze, gently shook the mech, attempting to understand whether the prone figure was functional or not.