HK closed the paper drawing pad, setting it neatly on the table in front of him. "Statement: There is a list of currently identified hostiles on the bulletin board in the Sun Room. I included pictures of all of the meatbags I have found so far."

"Query: Can you fight, meatbag?" If this little meatbag couldn't, then he would probably die. Which was almost a shame- HK was happy to find one of their kind that seemed to acknowledge their place in the order of things, as organic, squishy beings.