[ A can tab. There passes a split second in which Vasiliy thinks that the creature might be handing the item to him (held so delicately in its dextrous hands, like a primate's and offered to him like a child would—) with the desire for him to demonstrate its use, its purpose to humans. But it doesn't present it like it did the stethoscope, doesn't give him that same pointed look.
A gift.
This extra-terrestrial being, one which has killed, which could kill him, which is causing his dearest friend so much grief... is offering him a gift.
It's the most surreal this situation has felt since it began. With one shaking hand, Vasiliy cautiously accepts the offering with a soft 'Thank you' — but a moment later, it occurs to him that the alien doesn't understand human language, only tone and maybe facial expressions. He should make it clear that he's pleased by this overture of friendship, to encourage it to continue to be... non-hostile. Almost tame.
So he plasters on a bright, seemingly genuine smile and makes eye contact with the largest and most central of its eight black eyes. ]
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A gift.
This extra-terrestrial being, one which has killed, which could kill him, which is causing his dearest friend so much grief... is offering him a gift.
It's the most surreal this situation has felt since it began. With one shaking hand, Vasiliy cautiously accepts the offering with a soft 'Thank you' — but a moment later, it occurs to him that the alien doesn't understand human language, only tone and maybe facial expressions. He should make it clear that he's pleased by this overture of friendship, to encourage it to continue to be... non-hostile. Almost tame.
So he plasters on a bright, seemingly genuine smile and makes eye contact with the largest and most central of its eight black eyes. ]
Thank you, Sput'ka!