The door opens slightly and a head pokes around it to take a look into the room. Just a head, there doesn't seem to be any suggestion of shoulder or body beyond that like there would be for someone who can't extend their neck a sizable length.
Brainiac 5 pauses once he sees the pod is already occupied and his eyes dart sideways for a moment in a surprisingly nervous gesture.
"My apologies, I thought this pod was empty," he says, before retreating a little. However he's a little curious about the expression on the other's face and the rest of his body comes into view, allowing his neck to return to a more human length.
Cielo jumped faintly at the voice, having been so caught up in trying to decipher what to him seemed like some cryptic code. He didn't really react much to green skin or stretchy neck, weirder things wandered about in the Junkyard. The blue-haired boy was clearly on edge, and he didn't look well.
Everyone was a potential enemy, and he was without the protection of his tribe. "Dat's okay."
He looked back up to the screen for a moment, then turned his attention to the stranger and pointed up at the list of definitions. "De Dissemination Machine just started tellin me stuff dat don make any sense."
He sighed softly, looking up at the stranger and blinking curiously at the chest compartment, likening it to how he and his comrades store things in their throat sometimes. In their demon forms anyway.
"What is...religion?" Cielo was finding existence on this ship to be very frustrating. He never seemed to know what anyone was talking about. As sad as the thought may be, things were so much simpler in the Junkyard.
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Brainiac 5 pauses once he sees the pod is already occupied and his eyes dart sideways for a moment in a surprisingly nervous gesture.
"My apologies, I thought this pod was empty," he says, before retreating a little. However he's a little curious about the expression on the other's face and the rest of his body comes into view, allowing his neck to return to a more human length.
"You seem... perturbed," he observes.
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Everyone was a potential enemy, and he was without the protection of his tribe. "Dat's okay."
He looked back up to the screen for a moment, then turned his attention to the stranger and pointed up at the list of definitions. "De Dissemination Machine just started tellin me stuff dat don make any sense."
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"If I recall correctly the machine is supposed to be telepathic, most likely it was responding to what you were thinking about."
He glances up at the lines of text, scanning the contents rapidly. "Oh. Religion," he says dismissively.
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He sighed softly, looking up at the stranger and blinking curiously at the chest compartment, likening it to how he and his comrades store things in their throat sometimes. In their demon forms anyway.
"What is...religion?" Cielo was finding existence on this ship to be very frustrating. He never seemed to know what anyone was talking about. As sad as the thought may be, things were so much simpler in the Junkyard.
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