[Noh-Varr didn't bother replying to Samus' last message, but if he had, it would have been expressing concern over humans' weird lack of trust in medical professionals. Why bother training doctors if you're not gonna let them stick you with a syringe now and again?
Anyway.
When Samus comes into the rover, Noh-Varr is sitting on the floor, and around him are three tiny, intact insect drones, and a fourth one dismantled in front of him. He's poking at its wiry guts with a delicate pair of pliers, probably seeing if it's still functional.
At her arrival, he looks up, a bit distracted, then bows his head over the drone again. Not before patting the ground next to him that's free of mechanical debris, tugging down a pillow from his bunk and offering her a place to sit. Luckily, his rovermates are out for now. If Samus is stressed, he doesn't seem to feel it.]
Ready when you are. Just let me adjust this first...
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Anyway.
When Samus comes into the rover, Noh-Varr is sitting on the floor, and around him are three tiny, intact insect drones, and a fourth one dismantled in front of him. He's poking at its wiry guts with a delicate pair of pliers, probably seeing if it's still functional.
At her arrival, he looks up, a bit distracted, then bows his head over the drone again. Not before patting the ground next to him that's free of mechanical debris, tugging down a pillow from his bunk and offering her a place to sit. Luckily, his rovermates are out for now. If Samus is stressed, he doesn't seem to feel it.]
Ready when you are. Just let me adjust this first...