Molybdenum did not get to introduce himself to the giant before accusations and decisions began to fly back and forth. It seems he had raised his hand for the wrong option, and a group of the regular looking fellows split off and followed in the dust wake of the zippy machine. He was jealous of the machine, that was impressively fast. He doubted he was even able to catch up to the regular organics. 

As the beast he was close to stumbled towards the others, he offered a firm arm of support as he noticed it wobbled slightly. "I am molybdenum. I can support you, if you take care with your claws." He felt a kinship with all of the ship exiles, they were the only people he had ever known, but the perceived bond was closer with the stranger looking ones. He had a mild fear that the 'regular' ones would view the ones that looked more differently with suspicion. He didn't really understand how he appeared to others. 

He trudged over, still listening more than adding to the conversation. He puzzled over why anyone would need to be killed. [s]Bagsy not it.[/s] He also puzzled over why so many of them were fearful of the giant beast. Probably the claws. That seemed reasonable. He trudged behind the others, his heavy footprints leaving distinct tracks as he plodded along.