This sure looks promising--either he'd lucked out on a good room, or they just have his much shady stuff around here. It feels like he can trust whatever force leading this whole sequence brought him to the right place.

"Let's go now, bro;
One chance, one choice,
No fear!"

The machine seems pretty darn central to it all, complete with the aura of musical energy seeping out. Still, Greg doesn't think he has the time to figure out hw it works. The tools, similarly, are a mystery. He'll go for what he knows he can read, first--the files by the computer.