[Walter goes rigid at the first note of the voice in his head, and Muriel pushes her big armored scorpion way through into the room, followed by a bounding Orthrus who lands in front of his trainer in fighting form. They all freeze, then, claws and fangs at the ready as Walter stares, eyes flicking around the room, Gardevoir-mask-detonator in a tight, quick survey.
He would attack if not for those buttons. A detonator isn't a familiar concept, but he knows that buttons do things and it's not hard to guess what things those might be in this situation.]
You're "Seth". [It's not even a question-statement. He just doesn't know what else to say right now. He'd been planning on going for the throat.]
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He would attack if not for those buttons. A detonator isn't a familiar concept, but he knows that buttons do things and it's not hard to guess what things those might be in this situation.]
You're "Seth". [It's not even a question-statement. He just doesn't know what else to say right now. He'd been planning on going for the throat.]