[Vision tilts his head at the spot clearly left for him on the blanket, still for just a moment before he moves to sit down. He lowers his density slightly to make the motion less awkward. Vaguely, he wonders how humans often move so gracefully through odd moments like this, when they only have their normal bodies and constant masses to work with.]

I have been adjusting fairly well, I suppose, though I have no frame of reference. I think I might enjoy it more when I start my new employment.They made me a fine arts instructor, which I suspect many people would find amusing.

[He rests his hands in his lap and looks out at the stars around them, still trying, in the back of his mind, to figure out where they might be. On the surface, he smiles in a way he hopes is wry.]

After all, what does a robot know about art?