[Sandoval steps onto the Plane hesitantly, as most new visitors should when they're introduced to it (in his opinion). It doesn't take him long to find the Kiosk, oddly sticking out against the starry background. Admittedly, walking over to a kiosk across a completely invisible floor is very odd, but he's seen strange aboard the mothership. The wariness is general and well-earned suspicion; this could all be a set up.

He's flipping through one of the brochures quickly.] Experiments leave a bad taste in my mouth. [Said to whoever might be listening, but mostly to whoever is actually running the scenario.] They're inevitably to find something "useful", and the path to finding something useful is so often unpleasant. [He folds up the brochure and puts it in inside of his coat neatly, raising his chin.]

My favorite is always "social experiment". Those are fun, aren't they? Let's test people's animal instincts against their fears, push buttons, watch reactions. Somehow the end results of those always seem the worst. No disease being cured, or medicine is approved. We just learn new ways to hate and be afraid. [He smooths a hand over his hair and looks over his shoulder, brow furrowing at what appears to be a... bar?]

So, what wonderful things do you have in store for me. For us, I mean. There are more of us here, aren't there?

[And he could just imagine that the results were fantastic. But there could be advantages here, a place for him to hide things, new allies.]