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Malcolm shortly followed the beer bottle with his eyes as it rolled away and then focused on the girl again, unaware of the quaint implications of her comment and not really reacting to her brushing his head.

"That is my name indeed", he said whilst patting his metallic thorax with his non-sword front leg.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss Fanny, despite your threat towards my life- NO-"

He braced himself for the ball that should soon squish him to smithereens, but the only thing he heard were the clunky sounds of a garage door opening behind him. He turns around to look at the door and realises that his life was not over- yet.

"Oh. Well then."

He follows Fanny inside, crouching a bit to properly fit through the door.

"You are surprisingly hospitable", he said whilst looking at the bits of complex machinery lying around. 'Promothe' did not at all sound like 'Earth', and these quaint machines -likely not Aplantiances, if she did not even know Carthropods- prove it. It's best to not touch them, since his life power would accidentally spread into them. Can't have that happening.

"Petrol is fine, miss Fanny. An oil change is definetly not needed".

"As for Brecon Beacons... it is a natural park in Great Britain, a country in Europe, which is a continent on the planet Earth. You speak the English language quite well, for someone who likely does not know about Earth".

He then turned his head towards Fanny again.

"And I must add, no, I was absolutely not sent to capture you. Are you in danger, miss Fanny? Are there hostile beings out there that desire to catch you? It would be rude of me to simply stick my nose into their business, but allow me to assist you as a token of gratitude for your hospitability. Has this to do with this 'Bob' fellow you mentioned?"