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         Anselm looks at Kayha's hand, he didn't expect such a warm greeting, he was expecting to be decked a few times at this point... or decked somebody else. Not like he'd feel it much either way. He goes ahead and shakes her hand cracking an awkward smile, a wonder he can even do that with the scar through his face. Probably explaining his slurred speech topped his accent. "Yeah... I g'esso, like th' old guys say, stand 'nited, divided be d'feated... sumt'n like that."

He then heard the cyborg make a comment of his speech, his right eye twitches slightly but he shrugs it off. How does this guy even talk so well? Much of his original body is like... gone. Then again, admittedly it is some impressive cybernetics, something Anselm had never seen aside from movies. He was not being sarcastic there. Then he hears him suggesting that he acts as a translator for Kayha. He scratches the side of his face, it wasn't like it could hurt but this Patraeko guy at first wanted to knock Anselm on his ass, now was apologizing and asking for his assistance... and something about energy. He shrugs, wasn't really like it could hurt regardless. "Huh... well, sure. S'pose it wouldn' be a problem."