-There's a snuffling sound, and then the dull staccato of hooves on stone carrying someone closer. Firefly sniffs at the microphone on the terminal, huffing softly as she speaks in a surprisingly upbeat, if confused voice-Uh...What is this thing? Some kinda weird...machine? Maybe Megan will know! ...If she's even around here. Oh! I bet the Moochik ( Read more... )