Bastion shrugs one-armed (not that they've got any choice in that at the moment) at the civilian omnic's first question, palm of their manipulator arm raised quizzically towards the ceiling and fingers splayed. They don't know what they're doing here either, and they'd like to leave!

// It was unintentional, they say with a disgruntled bwip. They've practically got a handle hanging off their gun arm in recon configuration. Very tempting for grabby ghosts.

Oh, they're being shoved now. They don't resist, but it's not as if they needed physical encouragement to get away from the mirror. Thanks, formally dressed stranger??