Well. Um. Who are you? Libulel asks, running a long, slightly inhuman looking, pale hand through his hair, in a reflexive, panicked gesture. Sorry to be so rude.. He stutters, the words lining up in his mouth, not moving, 'fore exploding in a great big burst. ... but who are you, and who are you visiting, and what is that metallic monster? He's already shying away from the robot, but then, when it talks, he stops. Sharply. What are you?