[Crashed Ship - Two]

"That sound is consistent with an extremely powerful animal roar - specific units of measurement variable depending on origin and irrelevant pending further data on your understanding and background - echoing through the ship. It appears far enough away that it is not a current danger, but those nearby may suffer hearing damage," Two rattles off, more for her odd conversational partner's benefit than anything. Rather than take its suggestion outright, though, she instead takes out a small commbead and holds it out. "This will link to my comms rather than requiring a direct interface. Given the risks of unknown biochemical and technological interactions, it may be safer." A pause.

"No offense meant."

All in that same monotone.