When he finally addressed the humans, Hull straightened up and gazed directly at the specimen. For the love of all, he wished he would just keep his mouth shut, but now he had done it; now he had to react and ask him questions. While the keys clacked behind him and the techies began typing in orders and recording what was going on, Hull cleared his throat and approached the glass closer, getting ready to address Sky Lynx for the first time. Properly, at least.<br/><br/>“There are plenty capable of talking,” Hull said in his even and dull tone, “but you’ll forgive us if we didn’t know you could talk first. It would have been wise for you to speak to us and we could have forgone all of these little tests.” He adjusted his white lab coat, looking quite professional and doing his best to do so. “Can you please inform us of your species and your name, or by whatever designator you are known by.” It was dry protocol, but he had to follow it. Anything out of the ordinary, and a specimen could be taken out of his hands with little to no warning. While Dr. Hull was the head of the research, there were still those who ran the company who could upset any plans he might make.<br/><br/>Leyanth hesitantly looked back at him, her dull eyes blinking a few times before she finally showed any sign of relaxing. She watched bot the human and him before turning back to Sky Lyxn, able to understand exactly what he was saying though the words were a bit messed up in translation. She took a few moments to think about them before finally answering him.<span style="font-style: italic">‘It is alright, my head does not work like it should. I am in need of repair,'</span>she relayed to him, still sounding strange and unsure. It was hard for her to keep her mind straight, thoughts going this way and that and always feeling the ever-present looming danger of being at the whim of the researchers.<span style="font-style: italic">‘That one is their leader. He is cunning and smart but does not fit. Does not feel right. Not the same make. Not the one supposed to be here.' </span>Of course that didn’t make sense at all, but Leyanth could feel something wrong about Hull, like a piece of a ship that was from another. He didn’t fit right with them, and small little hints could be felt in her mind thought she had no idea where such feelings came from.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘Do they still shine?’</span>she finally asked Sky Lynx, looking back towards him.<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘Are they all still there, the stars? Do they wait past this place, or all they all gone?’</span>She began to wring her hands, looking down at the ground.<span style="font-style: italic"> ‘I cannot remember what they look like. I do not work like I should. Too many things not mine working at once. Their thoughts and their commands. I fix what they break when I can but they bring me so many things beyond repair. Beyond repair like Leyanth. Leyanth wasn’t broken once, but they bend and they break.’ </span>She shuddered and huddled up where she stood, eyes closing again.  Despite his confident words, she warned him once again,<span style="font-style: italic">'Do not let them bend and break. So many short and snap and are gone. So many are not what they once were and some are nothing at all. Be safe, that one. Keep your mind about you and do not let them take it.’</span>