Echo stared at the odd newcomers as they did what they did. Honestly, he was surprised.

He stood up and walked towards the big...thing...

Then he realized it was a big thing.

"Hey, tough man," Echo started with a confident smirk on his face, "take this as racist as you want, but what in the hell are you?" Echo carried on to eye up the specimen. "A mechanoid of some weird shit from some weird faggots who should send me some more Sticks? Or some odd calamity of biomass and metal that I can't see possibly living but it stares me right in the face?"

This creature was one hell of an interesting thing, it doesn't look like it even breathes! Is it even technically alive then? Echo had no honest clue, but hell if he was gonna let it get over him. Hell, maybe he could make a good brute. "Still," Echo thought, "What in the FUCKING hell IS that thing?!" He kept him smirk as a small chill creped up his spine. "Ain't no way this heap is gonna overthrow my empire," he thought, "I'm the one in charge, and he will be under my boot!"