Argenti was watching the drones work, utterly fascinated.
After the jump they had been far more active, attempting to do something about, the now he could reasonably guess, undesired foliage fiasco occurring in the hallways of the Ship.
They were efficient little workers, albeit polite ones, anytime he accidentally stepped across his path they gave him fair warning as he apologized and hastily went on his way.
He'd briefly entertained the idea of helping out himself, but pushed it aside. He was more likely to disrupt whatever plan was being mechanically communicated between the drones by his uniformed attempts.
Still... he lingers a bit longer to watch them work.
"SOMEONE HELP!"
A distressed shout echoes in the hallway. Argenti's head swivels around, searching for the owner of the voice, eyes wide and full of concern. Had somebody gotten stuck in the foliage-?
He dashed down the hallway in the direction he best judged to be correct, and spotted one of the drones lifting a boy up and into one of the dumpsters.
Alarmed, he ran over, grasping the arms of the drone and pulling it back away from the dumpster.
"Hold! Hold! This is not debris, this is a person!" he shouts, potentially rather uselessly, at the drone. He wasn't certain it had any kind of audio processing capability.
SHSL Good? Luck (Day 22?) - Maybe this is a Mite bit luckier
After the jump they had been far more active, attempting to do something about, the now he could reasonably guess, undesired foliage fiasco occurring in the hallways of the Ship.
They were efficient little workers, albeit polite ones, anytime he accidentally stepped across his path they gave him fair warning as he apologized and hastily went on his way.
He'd briefly entertained the idea of helping out himself, but pushed it aside. He was more likely to disrupt whatever plan was being mechanically communicated between the drones by his uniformed attempts.
Still... he lingers a bit longer to watch them work.
"SOMEONE HELP!"
A distressed shout echoes in the hallway. Argenti's head swivels around, searching for the owner of the voice, eyes wide and full of concern. Had somebody gotten stuck in the foliage-?
He dashed down the hallway in the direction he best judged to be correct, and spotted one of the drones lifting a boy up and into one of the dumpsters.
Alarmed, he ran over, grasping the arms of the drone and pulling it back away from the dumpster.
"Hold! Hold! This is not debris, this is a person!" he shouts, potentially rather uselessly, at the drone. He wasn't certain it had any kind of audio processing capability.
Although it did appear to stop fighting back.