Juni: [[ non-voiced thought]] ~!#],
Tamu: Juni, what do you remember about your species?
Juni: Enough to know they’re unpleasant. What are you doing? That smells bad.
Juni: [[non-voiced thought]] [[squiggles]]
Tamu: Can you be more specific? Anything physiological?
Juni: No… they only really get together to breed. Mostly solitary hunters, not, uh, into science. Seriously, what are you doing?
Juni: [[ non-voiced thought]] !- , :;.
Tamu: Could you describe where you are right now?
Juni: I’m lying on a table where a sadistic Umago is using an emitter of some kind to make me smell butter-fried feces.
Juni: [[ non-voiced thought]] wub
Tamu: Where do you think the scent is coming from?
Juni: I don’t know, it’s like someone is talking and I don’t know who but jar breeze that smell is making me sick!
Tamu: Mm. Okay, we’re turning it off now.
Tamu: Sasha, call the doctor.