"Tyl. Tyl Regor." It was a solidly Grineer name, simple and easy to pronounce. Which meant outsiders were totally clueless about how it worked. Sure, a Grineer with an especially thick accent would sometimes call him 'Tuhl', but at least they never called him 'Tile'. It was 'Till'. Some of them had to be doing that on purpose.

But he was feeling a little more charitable towards this one and their weird, overly-long name. "It's a relief to find something like you. I was told this place was full of extra-dimensional oddities, but it's been so disappointing. Everything else here has been so distressingly human-shaped. Haven't even seen any lizards!"

He grasped the end of the loose cable with the forceps, and started guiding it deeper into his abdomen. There was a bundle of wires deep in there that it needed to join up with, follow the path up through his guts to a power supply. He'd be working mostly blind there, but he knew how all the parts fit together. It'd be fine.

"Of course, maybe some of them are new strains, but what am I supposed to do with that? Their organs will look almost exactly the same as all the rest, and I can't read their genomes here, not unless there's a sequencer hiding somewhere here. I don't suppose you have one of those, do you?" He glanced up at this Mourningstar whatsit.