[ Sigh... all this frou-frou food is not his style, but also like, he knows rich people love to see their guests at least indulge their insane richness? He nods in acknowledgment to Wheatley's offer, begrudgingly taking the flute of champagne from the table. ]

Right. I suppose you don't require any usual sustenance...

[ other than like... oil?? He guesses? Kurapika knows nothing about robots. In any case, a talking robot is hardly the weirdest thing compared to his own home world, but that doesn't mean it's not a little interesting. If these people want them to be distracted, then he can at least make small talk while he waits for one of these maids to do something suspicious. ]

You're autonomous, correct? You're not controlled by another passenger?