[ Pathetic. This was utterly pathetic. He would have scoffed if he wasn't so overcome with fear shame and mortification. Instead, he hangs his head, reaching for another shelf with his free hand.
Why aren't they saying anything? Who is this? The silence gets to him, grates on his nerves and deepens that sense of disquiet.
How did he even know it was human? ]
Thanks-- Hey. [ All he has to do is keep the tremble out of his voice. Easy enough, right? Right? ]