[Javik had come to the station after hearing technology worked there, only to find it was worse than what he'd been stuck with back on the Normandy. He'd walked a long way for very little reward, apparently, and resigned himself to resting here for a day or two before leaving. Cobwebs and balls of dust were usually entirely ignored by him, but one that was glowing was hard to pass. Another unique quirk of the landscape, he guessed, four eyes watching the little creature dart to and fro.
When she spoke, he squinted at her, taking a moment to decide that the spider really had just talked. He'd be less inclined to believe it if he hadn't been dragged out of the middle of a firefight by imps and brought here in the first place. He took another step closer, inclining his head towards the arachnid.]
Is there something in particular about it that I should find aesthetically pleasing?
I'll take the tiny version!
When she spoke, he squinted at her, taking a moment to decide that the spider really had just talked. He'd be less inclined to believe it if he hadn't been dragged out of the middle of a firefight by imps and brought here in the first place. He took another step closer, inclining his head towards the arachnid.]
Is there something in particular about it that I should find aesthetically pleasing?