[There's certainly no figure. No other shape inside the hall, whether of sharpened steel or their own small flesh. But there is a voice, and the Tenno's calls won't go unanswered. It emerges from a glowing panel in the wall: bright, cheerful, and entirely unhelpful.]
<Welcome to Domesticon warranty and recycling depot #127: keeping your property—>
[A crackle of static cuts into the speech—and fortunately, ends it. The words that follow come in the same voice, but regretful, annoyed: a wealth of nuance compared to the flat monotone before.]
Sorry about that. [More cautiously:] Are you all right?
[Even for a new arrival, this human looks particularly... terrified.]
wake up
<Welcome to Domesticon warranty and recycling depot #127: keeping your property—>
[A crackle of static cuts into the speech—and fortunately, ends it. The words that follow come in the same voice, but regretful, annoyed: a wealth of nuance compared to the flat monotone before.]
Sorry about that. [More cautiously:] Are you all right?
[Even for a new arrival, this human looks particularly... terrified.]