The ceiling of the rooms lightened and illuminated them. "The light comes on my itself, now, at first I had to ask." Milan moved into another room off the first one, that had a wide bench with smooth, attractive lines, and a table, rounds, and a little lower than it might have been in a human home. There was also a hexagonal cylinder that went from the floor to about shoulder height.
"This seems to be some kind of... fabricator," Milan said, indicating the cylinder. I've been able to get it to produce a few things. Nothing very precise. What kind of clothing are you used to?"