"No, you've not heard what I just said," he loomed closer, the effect undercut by how badly he was wobbling. "Grineer are sinking in a rotten genetic soup, I'm considering them. Got to lift us up, or we all drown in mutation." And no! He didn't care about anyone else. Not his concern. If he had to rebuild the entire Empire here to make it work, he would. He didn't want to, it would be slow and boring compared to what he could do back in his labs, but he'd do it.

And dammit he was too dizzy to focus on progress right now. He swayed in place for a long moment before responding. "...You're a Cephalon inside a skull. A cephalic Cephalon." Weird! Far outside of his field of study, but interesting. "I hadn't expected to run into a walking pun today."

No, he didn't take the hint to introduce himself.