[Audio]
[There is no visual, since the datapad is in Luke's pocket. The sound's a bit muffled, but a little of the ambience can be picked up on - traffic and wind. He's outside somewhere. And speaking.]
Hey... it's okay, little guy. I won't hurt you.
- I'm not food, either. Yes, I'm sure you do eat dead people sometimes, but I'm alive. See? ...That's better. No one's eating anyone.
[There is a sort of wet claws-on-permacrete sound.]
Molting looks like it itches. [pause] Well, your flock's not here. I don't know why. But I can help.
It's okay. I won't hurt you.
[Whatever sound goes with peeling strips of crunchy-on-the-outside slimy-on-the-inside scaly skin off of a live creature sounds like, that's the sound being transmitted now.]
Hey... it's okay, little guy. I won't hurt you.
- I'm not food, either. Yes, I'm sure you do eat dead people sometimes, but I'm alive. See? ...That's better. No one's eating anyone.
[There is a sort of wet claws-on-permacrete sound.]
Molting looks like it itches. [pause] Well, your flock's not here. I don't know why. But I can help.
It's okay. I won't hurt you.
[Whatever sound goes with peeling strips of crunchy-on-the-outside slimy-on-the-inside scaly skin off of a live creature sounds like, that's the sound being transmitted now.]