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The figure in the other sealed, full-body suit gives you a stiff nod.
Nod back.
Your head inclines, and the suit inclines with it, just barely, the plastic-y fabric creasing and letting out a high-pitched sound.
"Owwws eee gooorng?"
"What?"
The figure shakes -- not its head, but sort of the whole top half of its body.
THIS DIPLOMACY SEEMS TO HAVE RUN ITS COURSE.
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Nod again.
"You good?"
The figure cocks their head.
"Ooo rrr ooo?" The figure in the sealed, full-body suit lurches towards you.
Muffled noises emanate from within.
Dear god, it's trying to talk to you.
"Whrrr rrr oo oong eeerr?"
"What?"
The figure shakes -- not its head, but sort of the whole top half of its body -- and turns back to its portable vacuum.
"Sorry, I don't speak... whatever you're speaking."
"Yes, and a good day to you too."
"I've got a gun!"
The figure holds up their gloved hands defensively and turns back to its portable vacuum.
"I come in peace."
It's impossible to tell which limb moves next -- beware!