*Sits on a cushion*

[nautolansmile]

The Nautolan re-enters the area, peering about at the various pieces of items that seem to just be here. He opts for a couch cushion that sits abandoned on the floor, sitting cross legged. The tendrils on his head move independantly as his expression grows thoughtful

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The source of that floored cushion looks at him over the back of the couch it came from, her yellow optics curious as she scans him.

"I was fer tryin' 'What the fraggin' %#$%#@?' once. But I jes got yelled at fer it."

[nautolansmile]

"You were yelled at for swearing?" He arched a brow.

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"Uhh...." Her optics brighten. "Slag, was 'at what it was fer?"

[nautolansmile]

He grins a bit, no stranger to swear words. Though most of the ones he used he kept to himself. "Yes, that is indeed what it was for."

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She shakes her head bemusedly. "S'in me database as part 'a t' language.... Yeah, I's some confused now. Uh... what's another question I's tried.... Requiem, keep yer stunned mitts offa 'im."

There's a guilty beep from behind Kit, and then a very large spiky black mech steps over him and goes to pretend he wasn't doing anything over by the sign.

[nautolansmile]

He can't help but jump as he hears the beep and the mech steps over him. He obviously had a lot to learn about this place. "Who is this?"

He pointed to the mech.

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She snorts and looks up at the black one, who is ignoring her studiously. "Me baby brother, Requiem."

[nautolansmile]

"Baby brother indeed." He spoke with a bemused tone.

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"Three days old," she says with a series of beeps that sound like a chuckle. "'N still gittin' 'is hard drive in order."

"If I'm a baby then so are you," comes a deep though youthful voice as Requiem manages to scowl without a mouth. "Are you even a month old yet?"

"Slag you, ye stunned #$%#$%#%#@$!" Hormah tells him cheerfully, then turns back to Kit.