Z'arch peered down at the human, his consciousness halting the involuntary movement of his arm. Were it not a human, he would have reached down and picked this one up from the unnatural comfort that was this stations gravity systems. He would have brought them up to his face and taken a good long stare into their soul. Instead, he sniffed hoarsely, his natural system overloaded with filtration tasks. He adjusted himself and slipped his tail upright to his back. Allowing the human past without consequence. He wasn't risking his transport for a human with poor sense of space, least of all one who appeared so set on not making a fuss. It would seem they both found this place foul, the human held a rag to its face to inhibit the entry of toxins and pollutants. Z'arch held eye contact intensely, waiting for the Human to move on, or to start something they would both regret.

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