[ DiMA turns at the familiar voice, his mildly distressed expression smoothing out when he sees Nate. There's still someone here -- someone he knows, even, and has proven to be trustworthy. To not mean him harm. The human is Nick's friend, not his, but by DiMA is still happy to see him and by the time Nate gets up close enough to see, the old synth is smiling faintly. Maybe a little wryly, since he's pretty sure the sentiment would be the same no matter who the man found. ]

I believe you, Nate. I'm glad to see you, too... but where is everyone else? [ He glances back at the empty housing area, brow furrowed when he turns to Nate again. ] People don't just disappear, especially not this many.