[ To be fair, two somethings do see his sweet roll! They're just not human. And also...turrets. Which starts firing on him the moment he comes to a stand, tracked onto his movement as that warning blares again: ]
[ Containment breach. That's the general gist of all that, and apparently whoever ran this ship before had a zero-tolerance policy for foreign contaminants. Bob and weave Cayde, bob and weave!
The gas is still pumping, and begins to mist over the floor. ]
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QUULMOT. QUULMOT. A'SH KVALMOORYC D'SHVASHOV. QUULMOT--
[ Containment breach. That's the general gist of all that, and apparently whoever ran this ship before had a zero-tolerance policy for foreign contaminants. Bob and weave Cayde, bob and weave!
The gas is still pumping, and begins to mist over the floor. ]