He gave a face, only to fold his hands over his desk. Two robots fidgeted next to him, only to look up when he spoke.
The tall android, glowing orange optic trained on her, made a warbling, electronic sound as it waved at her. It only tapped the shorter, more rounded one that stood beside it as a motion to wave at their guest; unfortunately, it grumbled and reluctantly waved, blue optic half-lidded with very little interest.
She gives the robots a brief once-over, raising an eyebrow when they wave. They vaguely resemble SIR Units, and MiMi lets out a low growl from her position on her shoulder. Tak reaches up a hand to silence her.
“Don’t call me a little girl. I’m here on business.”
She turns her attention to the human, narrowing her eyes. She’s assumed that a company with a large influence in the scientific industry would be some of the first to hear of an alien ship crash landing. And she needs her ship.