A brow lifts at her response, only to finally stand from his desk. Both bots shift as he moves around towards her, then let out incoherent sounds to each other before following after him.
”Business? And what sort of business do you have with Aperture Science?”
The shorter robot at his side gazes up at what looked looked like a cat on her shoulder, squinting his optic, only to have the taller one smack him, letting out a pitched garbled sound in frustration.
“I’m looking for something. It fell from the sky it’s big, vaguely resembles alien technology but definitely isn’t alien technology. It’s mine, and I want it back. Do you have it?” There’s no point beating around the bush. She doesn’t want to talk to this human more than she has too.
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.
The progress humanity has taken in the art of science is impressive, for a species of such l o w intelligence. However, they are still millions of light years away from catching up with Irkens. To Tak, current technology is almost primitive.
