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The thing seemed to repeat Seth's questions back to him, it was almost like hearing them made it ask those same questions itself, like it had suddenly become aware of the fact that those questions should have answers. It had somewhat of a disarming effect on Seth, who removed his hand from the pouch holding his weapon. Finally the thing seemed to take in its surroundings, which seemed to take it somewhat by surprise. Seth really wasn't sure what to make of this, did this thing recognize that the loading bay was a mess? Did it not expect to find it in the current state of disarray?

"Look, I don't know where you came from." Seth started, "We were just in here not five minutes ago and you weren't here." he scratched the back of his neck, still not sure if this thing really understood what he was saying or had just been parroting words. He decided that the only way to figure that out was to keep asking questions as though the thing did understand him. Maybe if he was lucky he might learn something about the station in the process.

"Well, I guess, my name is Seth anyway." He started, slightly awkwardly, "What's yours?"