If Nita's experience was any indicator, it would either be entirely inscrutable... or an absolute troll.

As it was, Nita knelt by where the unwanted opening in the solar station was; frowning, she fetched a sheet of scrap metal from her backpack to use for raw material.

"One of the first things I did, even," Nita admitted, once she had the intended spell laid out in her mind for replacing the rusted parts and sealing everything over.

"For the most part, it just stonewalled me. I can read emotions off it, though; there's a mind in there, somewhere. Holding itself back."