[ Noh-Varr considers being picked up by the throat enough of a chastisement for one day. He looks at Warriorhead's outstretched hand, not without wariness. ]
My impulses? How, and for what purpose?
[ He's obviously not inherently suspicious of the outstretched hand, because after a beat his uniform melts away from his fingers to form a neat sleeve at his wrist. He doesn't touch right away, cautious. His eyes slide between Warriorhead's hand, and his helmet, where his 'eyes' would be. Force of habit. ]
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My impulses? How, and for what purpose?
[ He's obviously not inherently suspicious of the outstretched hand, because after a beat his uniform melts away from his fingers to form a neat sleeve at his wrist. He doesn't touch right away, cautious. His eyes slide between Warriorhead's hand, and his helmet, where his 'eyes' would be. Force of habit. ]