08-03-2016, 03:58 AM
He'd sort of been expecting for this figment to at least speak his language. It only made sense. When instead she - or they? he wasn't totally sure - backed away instead, beck frowned. Not that it hadn't been what he'd expected but damn couldn't his imagination be a little comforting? "I don't have anything on me," he continued nevertheless, placing his bag down and showing his hands to prove his point. Beck probably wouldn't use weapons in this scenario even if he'd wanted to. His eyes flickered towards the machine behind the other, and if be was right it looked like some kind of car. No car like he'd ever seen before. He tentatively pointed towards it behind her, tipping his head curiously. "Can I see?" he posed the question slowly and then turned to point back at his ship. "Mine is... broken." He hoped they might understand what he was saying to some extent but he didn't put too much hope into it.