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[SecUnit doesn't know what to do with its hands, nor does it know what to do with this disheveled stranger rubbing at his eyes like he expects it to be gone when he looks up again. So it keeps a half-meter of distance set between them, holding its hands up in a gesture that's equal parts I mean no harm and stay where you are please and thank you. There's seams along the palm, a glint of some plastic or metal at the wrist - some prosthetic, maybe, if Jayce has the attention to spare.]

You came out here from the room with the weird marks on the floor, right?

[And hey - when it comes to social savvy, this Murderbot is grading on a curve. It might be talking, but it's not looking Jayce in the eye, is in fact looking anywhere but, its attention catching on that brace for just an instant.]