[b]Olu Bumdoa[/b]

The Nautolan could not help but let his curiosity get the best of him, his large black eyes constantly setting themselves upon each and every corner of each new corridor they happened to walk through. It seemed like they were traveling through a maze, almost, given the amount of turns and elevators they'd taken. He made sure to keep up with Greggory's pace, occasionally glancing back at R7 and Wrenu. His tendrils could pick up mostly only one emotion, which was curiosity, coming from both parties. He felt particularly annoyed at the fact that he couldn't read the spartan, Savaymin, however. [color=007236]"I am a Nautiloid, from the planet Glee Anselm of the middle rim."[/color] Olu explained happily, but he obviously left out some details, such as the purpose of his many tentacles over his head, or the struck gills on either side of his head which seemed to pulsate every now and then. [color=007236]"We are an aquatic race."[/color] He added then, which should have already been obvious due to his obvious resemblance to cephalopods. "And yourself? Are you a droid?" Olu asked curiously, with R7 adding it a bleep and a bloop; not that any on the UNSC personell could understand it by themselves.