[Javik waited for the words to come, though it was far from patient as his expression gradually darkened. It wasn't the first time someone had looked at him like that, or even asked him that question, but it was no less annoying. What did it matter what he was? Half of the people back home didn't even believe him, anyways.]
I am prothean. [He crossed his arms over his chest.] Answer my question.
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I am prothean. [He crossed his arms over his chest.] Answer my question.
[Rude is only the beginning, it seems.]