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Duo made a short, quiet hiss when she put in the clamps, but he kept perfectly still.

“I’m impressed by your fighting spirit.” He commented. “I feel a strong sense of Justice in you as well.”

“But… allow me to clarify what Evil Energy is: it’s a form of Living Energy that feeds on the evil thoughts, impulses, and actions of sentient beings. It multiplies rapidly and infects the minds of any thinking creatures that are exposed to it. It’s an extremely dangerous substance that has brought entire worlds to ruin… The robot who tried to destroy your ship was using it as a power source.” Duo explained. “He was most likely going to try and corrupt you, but greatly underestimated your defenses.”

Krigg felt somewhat glad she’d been busy leaning back over the wound, trying to figure out the best start to start fixing the internal mechanisms, because the mere mention of her having anything like a sense of Justice was enough for her expression to sour. The only indication of her displeasure was the light tensing of her antennae from their resting arc, and the long appendages pressing tightly together until they crossed inwards.

“Hm. Thank you.” She tried not to sound too dry, managing somewhat. The mention of a quality that shiny and noble being applied to her didn’t sit right with her on a fundamental level. A sense of right and wrong - yeah, she had one of those! A well honed one!

But justice implied all sorts of selfless-ish acts, the kind of ooey-gooey stuff that got people very injured, if not dead, because things rarely went so well as to let that persist in the universe. And she mostly went after the guy he’d scrapped with out of anger and spite - what’d HE know about that?

...Breathe, Krigg, breathe. Don’t get grumpy about it. The small alien un-crossed her antennae, keeping them pricked up towards Duo to let him know her attention was on him, despite her having started rummaging through her toolbox to pull out a small, handheld welding stylus and a stick of binding material.

“Alright, going to try and reconnect what I can see clearly. Hoping your self-repair can handle the rest - wouldn’t see you going around without one.” She mentionned, leaning over the wound once more to begin working on plugging cracks and mending broken mechanisms.

At least the detailed description of what evil energy was took her mind off the subject matter. Krigg gave a grimace as he explained himself, antennae going briefly flat. “Geez. And I almost got in contact with... that? I’ve heard of energy sources with weird lifelike behaviors across the universe, but nothing that malicious. Nevermind my plans of studying that guy’s leftovers - thanks for keeping him off of me. But how are you not getting all... corrupted an’ crud from straight up touching that nasty stuff?”

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“No, no, - tourism is allowed in the Astrean Alliance’s space.” He said, briefly raising his right hand to reassure her. “It’s a hospitable area, though there are restricted zones around sensitive archeological sites.”

“Oh.” Was Krigg’s summary, yet doubtlessly relieved response to Duo’s reassurances, accompanied by a light quirk of her antennae. “Good to know.”

The diminutive alien quickly found new ways to make herself busy by putting away her tools back whence they came, somewhat glad for the lack of sticky grease and other unsavory fluids normally found in synthetic life forms. At least she wouldn’t have to mop her floors thwice in a row for the stupid thing to leave - at least plasma had the decency to evaporate.

“A’ight, I’ve got a ship to put back into the stars! Or, at least good enough to haul ass to the nearest void station.” Krigg huffed, sounding oddly jovial for someone who had a LOT of repairs to get through. “Just sit tight for a while, let your systems finish the job. I’ll pop on by when I’m through. If you need me just...”

Krigg paused to rustle into the pockets of her jacket, fishing out a small, circular device with a large touch dial in the center, that she proceeded to flick with a thumb at Duo. The item landed on his chestplate, somewhat off-center, sticking itself on with a light clang that sounded rather magnetic in nature. “That’s a radio. It goes both ways - if you need anything, just holler.”

((3 and 22 for the specific asks!))

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

Krigg doesn't hide her genuine emotions often - it's not her type to tone down feelings of joy or annoyance for the convenience of others. Though one thing she does tend to mute, dodge, or control, is how much she actually cares for or likes a given person. Or at least, how much she admits she does. She's somewhat overly cautious about having too much of a bleeding heart, and she knows she's the type who quickly gets into trouble if she's too emotionally invested. Being too itchy and quick to jump to people's help will do that for you.

People who care too easily or too deeply often get hurt at the end of the day. Shielding yourself is important, even if it might involve beating your own knee-jerk reactions into submission. Or so she feels, anyways. Not that she's very good at it.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

People picking their ears. For a specie whose ear structure is 90% outside of her body, and a little bit of complex machinery inside that is NOT meant to see air, at all, the sight of people sticking a finger in there makes her physically ill. Ears are FRAGILE and COMPLEX and you're rummaging in there like a maniac! EW!

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“...What.”

Of all the reactions - turn around, balk, scream, or just keep going as though nothing was wrong... THAT, she was not expecting. She was really starting to have a bad track record with getting caught out in the open by random people, but it seemed that this one specific time, the person involved was not acting like what he was seeing was anything out of the ordinary.

Just... a normal instance of someone skittering up a wall, getting ready to hide with a fresh stash of plundered sweets from the nearby shop’s discarded garbage? Or did they think she’d somehow acquired her loot in all legality - oh yeah, that probably was that, what with the whole advice on gummy worm availability. Did he know what he was looking at? Ah, whatever - best roll with it.

It then occured to Krigg that she was staring at the guy as though he’d grown a second head. The diminutive alien furiously shook her head with a “BRLRLRLLRLRLR-” noise, somehow without losing her hat in the process, and stared at the lollypop she was holding precariously in one hand. She considered what to do with it for a minute, before deciding to bring it up to her mouth, opening her fanged jaws wide and-

CRONCH.

The discarded stick, onto which clung a few bits of hard sugar, was shoved into a busy pocket as Krigg reassured her grip on the bricks, maintaining eye contact with the stranger.

“Thankch’, but nah’. Guy at’ the counter look’ch’ like he could use chom’ normal cuchtomers, ya’nno’, cho’ I didn’t wanna’ bother.” Krigg shrugged her shoulders, grinning through the crunchy sugary treat. “Ch’ not often ya’ see folks frequent the candy store often enough to know ‘bout ‘chales. Well, grown’acchh’ adults, anyways.”

“Brother I would be raising all sorts of hell if I’d gotten stranded, solely to try to get off this ball of dirt. I would not be sitting here having this conversation.” Krigg’s answer was blunt and to the point, with not a hint of hesitation to her voice. There was no way of saying that in any other way, really - if she’d been stuck on earth, her main priorities would not have been dumpster diving.

Unless that somehow directly correlated to getting her back spaceborne, but she had her doubts on that ever occuring.

Krigg was not nearly asking herself as many questions on Trotters’ nature. For one, from her point of view, EVERYTHING was an alien. And from what she’d seen, the general area seemed to be home to a lot of bizarre things - this one just so happened to have enough brain matter to hold a conversation. Even if the conversation was just them throwing snark back and forth.

Krigg groaned, moving to rub her thighs. The uncomfortable posture was starting to wear on her muscles, and so she eventually decided that enough was enough, and she carefully vaulted back onto the ground, landing with a few wobbly steps forward. “Phew, that’s a bit better.” She sighed, before realizing, with something of a bitter scowl, that she now had to look UP to the strange creature.

He was short, but she remained shorter still. The curse of the teeny tiny was upon her once more. “It’s a pit stop. It’s not like I’d wanna’ LIVE here, but the food is pretty decent. Enough for me to bother coming back. Though, if you mean /here/ here, as in here, this city? Yeah, first time around the block.”

“...Which I GUESS makes you the de-factor authority of weird nonsense. Seriously though, every town around here is a hot mess.”

“First of all, ew, I’m not so sure about that.” Krigg’s face twisted into an expression of overt disgust at the thought of attempting to take a bite out of the lumpy-ish person. “Donuts are a safe food bet, but you?

’s not so much that I should, it’s that I definitely would NOT. No thanks. Nuh-uh, get away from my mouth, I don’t want you there even for testing purposes.” She groaned, before shifting on one foot to bang her heel against the edge of the garbage can for added emphasis.

“Second of all, you’re being dramatic. It’s not like I’m reaching in there blind, I know what I’m doing, thank you very much. I’m not going to cough up the cash for fresh donuts when I can just snatch some free of charge.” Krigg huffed, bumping out her chin at the strange humanoid with a disgruntled look on her face. He was trying to poke fun at her and - unfortunately, it was kind of working. She was being sassed by a walking meatball, and it was working. Ouch, there went her ego.

And then, there was the going home joke, where expression went from utterly flat, to a look of measured exhaustion of someone who’s definitely heard something one too many times. “Really. You’re going to do THAT one.” She grumbled, voice monotone, before sucking in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“First of all, I’m homeless, ya’ assuming prick.” She groaned out, voice heavy with exaustion, before droppin ger hand back, resting it on her knee and maintaining eye contact. “Second of all - what are you, border patrol? If you’re not, then I’m going to need you to get all the way off my ass. I’m not taking advice from a guy that tries to talk an alien out of eating garbage donuts.”

“First of all, ew, I’m not so sure about that.” Krigg’s face twisted into an expression of overt disgust at the thought of attempting to take a bite out of the lumpy-ish person. “Donuts are a safe food bet, but you?

’s not so much that I should, it’s that I definitely would NOT. No thanks. Nuh-uh, get away from my mouth, I don’t want you there even for testing purposes.” She groaned, before shifting on one foot to bang her heel against the edge of the garbage can for added emphasis.

“Second of all, you’re being dramatic. It’s not like I’m reaching in there blind, I know what I’m doing, thank you very much. I’m not going to cough up the cash for fresh donuts when I can just snatch some free of charge.” Krigg huffed, bumping out her chin at the strange humanoid with a disgruntled look on her face. He was trying to poke fun at her and - unfortunately, it was kind of working. She was being sassed by a walking meatball, and it was working. Ouch, there went her ego.

And then, there was the going home joke, where expression went from utterly flat, to a look of measured exhaustion of someone who’s definitely heard something one too many times. “Really. You’re going to do THAT one.” She grumbled, voice monotone, before sucking in a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“First of all, I’m homeless, ya’ assuming prick.” She groaned out, voice heavy with exaustion, before droppin ger hand back, resting it on her knee and maintaining eye contact. “Second of all - what are you, border patrol? If you’re not, then I’m going to need you to get all the way off my ass. I’m not taking advice from a guy that tries to talk an alien out of eating garbage donuts.”

This time, it was Krigg’s turn to open her mouth with an offended chitter, brows furrowed at the accusations that she herself might have been less than sober for talking to... to... Yeah no, there was no flattering or simple term to describe the being standing in front of her. Suspiciously lumpy tusked creature, maybe?! She wasn’t sure what they were, and she didn’t really want to know what kind of mistery mosh pile was going on under all the clothes!

“Hey! I’ll let you know, those donuts are PERFECTLY edible, just part of the unsold batches people throw away! These don’t even ferment, anyways!” Krigg objected loudly as she hopped around the can lid, legs still folded in a crouch making her look like an unusually loud bird. And brandishing a donut with a few bites taken out of it where he could see it, for the sake of proof. “What, you thought I was scarfing down trash?!”

“I mean, on a technicality...” Krigg looked back at her donut with a bummed out frown. As long as someone threw it away in a garbage can, by the law of every dictionary ever printed, it WAS garbage. She angrily crammed the rest of the pastry in her mouth to shut down that train of thought, pointing a vengeful finger his way. “And yeah, you’re not less weird-looking than me! Whatever!”

“...I was going somewhere with this.” Krigg grumbled, halted in her tracks by a lack of point she was making.