As he was yanked out, Unlucky's apparently random flailing hooked the scanner and slid it out of the room before the door slammed, skittering it a few feet away.

[73 on D100 plus estimated stat passes Hard maneouver check in RM]

It wasn't as though he couldn't grab the data via his helmet uplink, but he preferred to keep it to hand.

His translation spell kicked back in outside the null-lagic field, since with metaphorical oxygen back the proverbial "combustion engine" of the spell could restart. He dismissed his illusions before they turned back on too; no point keeping it up now.  But... 

Hmm. Perhaps some level if disembling would still be possible. "Child of Crimson Goddess" could mean anything, either a cultureal thing or, possibly, a reference to his blood. Of course, the child part might be because he was doing his usual act and even though he towered above other kobolds, he was still barely goblin-sized...

"No steal!" He said firmly, slipping naturally into his 'non-too-bright put-upon-minion' voice. And that at least was the truth. Steaing would involving TOUCHING and the whole KPS-Division vibe this place was giving made that an ABSOLUTE no-no, with his luck. (That sort of thing was best left to Yeller (and even he only pretending to be hilariously reckless most of the time) or better yet, an Animated undead.)

"No touch, neither! Was looking! Only looking! Have to look, always looking and searching! Good at looking!" He looked down towards his feet, scuffling the toe of his boot on the floor.and softly and almost defensively, "Good at looking..."

[01 (D100 RM open-ended low range) followed by (negative D100) 10 = -9 plus skill (probably still an absurdly high result [i]absolutely[/i], given his estimated level and specialisation, but not a particularly convincing performance [i]relatively[/i].]

Unlucky's attention was only 75% on the creature, as it did not seem an immediate hostile threat, with the rest of it scanning (with nis two Mark One Eyeballs) the area for any other creatures heading in. (His coldbeam pistol was still grasped by the barrel in his hand, and he let it drop to his side.) He half-attempted a sniffle, but realised, a fair bit of his acting was somewhat muted by the fact he was wearing a full helmet... And at this point, the trade off in having his HUD and comms internally was more important.

He cocked his head to one side, looking up to the alien, asking innocently. "What was that? All I see is big angry plant, but why it attack Unlucky?"

(He was not at all concerned about giving his name out, especially as a free truth might glean him some intelligence...)