Helicoptera. They're from my home. Hornet gave them to me.
[The appearance of her helmet makes him look up in unabashed fascination, the last sounds of his sentence trailing off. He's tempted to ask her to take it off and put it back on again so he can observe, but instead looks back down when she asks another question.]
I didn't create them, no, but I've performed repairs on them before.
[The whole ones are little more than a finger's length, with wings maybe a handspan wide. But their plating is razor-sharp, gleaming in the light; it's likely that when they're 'awake', their wings might be a safety hazard. Engraved on their scutes are markings in an alien language, but Samus' suit probably won't be able to read it. They have very tiny cameras as faces, but none of them are active. Noh-Varr offers a hesitant smile.]
It's strange how lovely I find them now, after I thought them all gone for so long. They're just bugs. [Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder.]
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[The appearance of her helmet makes him look up in unabashed fascination, the last sounds of his sentence trailing off. He's tempted to ask her to take it off and put it back on again so he can observe, but instead looks back down when she asks another question.]
I didn't create them, no, but I've performed repairs on them before.
[The whole ones are little more than a finger's length, with wings maybe a handspan wide. But their plating is razor-sharp, gleaming in the light; it's likely that when they're 'awake', their wings might be a safety hazard. Engraved on their scutes are markings in an alien language, but Samus' suit probably won't be able to read it. They have very tiny cameras as faces, but none of them are active. Noh-Varr offers a hesitant smile.]
It's strange how lovely I find them now, after I thought them all gone for so long. They're just bugs. [Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder.]