Two piles of colorful, barely palm-sized, rough cut gemstones. A stack of flat discs adorned with tarnished gold. An off-white flesh-metal hand delicately taking from their closest pile, examining, setting it into the further one, then taking one or two discs for themself. The trading has been going on for so long that Otak has stopped saying his usual thank-yous to simply gaze happily at his growing pile of minerals.
"It's odd," the white, sapphire and coral figure starts. "You remember Entrati. The main head of the, uh, family."
"Sure! I think he went on a trip recently..."
"Something like that." Plink. Glitter. Shuffle. Scrape. "He was pretending to be some... I guess, religious-y guy. When he met the folks downstairs. It just seems so... He's, like, a scientist..." They continue this way, hemming and hawing through thoughts. Otak's memory, fried as it is, can only follow the conversation for so long before resetting to try and parse new information. The talking breaks up the trading as his disc pile lowers with every precious rock gifted.
Some words jump out. Sol. Lua. Ancient peoples, ancient worship. Some inner processors, making up the hardware of the Necraloid, whirr to unbidden life. "I don't think I remember anything about that from, uh, before. But my memory is so screwed up. I should've paid more attention in class..."
"Aw, don't worry about it, Chip! I know plenty about that stuff!"
The hand freezes over the smaller of the two gem piles. "You do? Really?"
"Sure! I've read all about that. But I'm not supposed to." Otak's voice, light as ever, some bizarre pride in his knowledge of the unknowable. "And I've definitely never been to any secret sect meetings, or..."
"Really?!" Instead of reaching for the token stack, they reach for Otak. In the moments before his memory refreshes, the image of a gilded hand moving much in the same way comes to him: a slap on the shoulder, a job well done.
"Really interested in whatever you're trading, Chip!" His mechanical body bounces up and down briefly. The dual-antlered figure doesn't change expression; much like Otak, they simply can't.
"Yeah. Let's finish up here, then I should head downstairs." The near-silent trade resumes.