ideallys
In his time in the city, the Manipulator had definitely picked up on a fairly obvious fact: this place was far more advanced than what he was used to. Back in his world, the most common technology was what could be described by others as primitive. There were guns, vehicles, even robots, yes, but nothing so refined. Nothing here seemed to have the tendency to explode at the very least, and that was impressive in itself.
Thus, it was unavoidable that he eventually become curious. This sort of technology... whatever it was, wasn't ever exactly his specialty, but it was nevertheless intriguing.
So when his compound eyes caught sight of someone holding a small, flat device, he wasted no time in stepping over. A clawed hand was placed on the human's shoulder to grab his attention. "You. What is that thing you are holding? What does it do?"