[ He hums in understanding, silently awed. Technology like this is a thing mostly of fantasy where he comes from, and even moreso, from his own life experience. He hardly knew what a bus was about five years ago, so a fully autonomous machine is something to be appreciated, at least from the technical standpoint. Now that he thinks about it, he's pretty sure someone mentioned a "beach ball" passenger to him... ]

You must come from an advanced universe, Wheatley. [ He agrees, anyway— easier to talk about robots than how intensely suspicious the free food and fake-nice welcome is. ] That's your name, isn't it? I've heard of you, on the network. Nothing bad.

[ It's said neutrally, because he is 100% lying. But he's waited to use his judgment until he actually met the robot in question— whether or not he's as suspicious as Fukawa told him. As it stands, nothing seems too suspicious about the guy, nothing that sounds alarm bells, at least. Anyone is a potential ally to Kurapika— even the morally dubious, anyways. ]

You can call me Kurapika. [ Here's where he'd offer a handshake in Official greeting, but like. No need! He just nods his head politely. And then, dryly: ] I'm not being controlled by another passenger either, for the record.