"Ah. So you're the voice they chose. You look... grounded. Solid. That’s not an insult, I promise."

Zhorra tilts her head slightly, antennae twitching as she scans you.

"I’m Zhorra. Of the Sennari’kha Zhul. You can just call me Zhorra. Your language tangles if I try to say my full breathname."

She pauses, glancing at the dust on her lower hands before brushing it off idly.

"Your perimeter field gave off a soft pulse when I crossed it. That was polite. Some outposts use sonic deterrents or, uh… scorchers. I don’t recommend those."

Her eyes, those massive, swirling purple irises, focus on your face with unnerving intensity.

"I’m trying to be… non-disruptive. I’m only here on a drift-path. Observing. Mapping. Nothing else. I didn’t expect to find a habitat-node with living bipeds this far out. It is a pleasant surprise."

She takes a slow breath, then adds a little more softly, genuinely curious now.

"What are you called, by the way? Your designation. It was told to me as 'Ambassador', but that’s a function, not a name. What are you called, truly?"

She smiles faintly, a slight curl of her lip. Her lower arms fold neatly while the upper ones remain relaxed at her sides.

"And… may I ask: do you always breathe so loud? It’s not bad, just… noticeable. Sorry, was that rude to ask?"