[When it starts addressing him personally, his yelping takes on a new surge of panic.
It still escapes him that it's actually a video screen and there is actually a person accompanying the little voice.]
I'm motherfuckin' sorry little dude I so did not mean to get all up in your personal space so-
[The view flips around wildly as he removes it from his person and drops it a few feet from him and returns to crouch in view a respectable distance away.
Now it is obvious it is a young... man? Man-ish? Thing? His gray-skinned face is slathered in white grease paint, and in the monochromatic mask, the only thing that stands out are his large yellow eyes.
He seems to crouch on his haunches warily, waiting for it to speak again. And then his gaze flattens, and something seems to extinguish from his eyes.]