while conversing with a… sentient animatronic wasn’t exactly on his to-do list for the day, he has endured stranger things ( namely; the spirit that currently possesses his body ). a sigh exhaled, eyeing the ‘creature’ from the side, he wonders just how he should go about asking his questions. given that he has a feeling it could end rather nastily for him if he isn’t careful, he has to pick and choose his words to avoid any unnecessary turmoil ( or so he thinks, anyway ). he has a knack for being rather rough, especially in his current profession, so gentleness is… a tad bit harder to grasp. a tad bit. moreover, not even considering the ridiculousness of the situation… ah, might as well get it done and over with. ❝ my daughter went missing about a half hour ago in here, would you… happen to know where she might’ve gone? ❞
☆゚*・゚ GOLDEN GLARE is fixated upon him before he even approaches proper , a stare surely uncanny in its intent , something a mere machine ought to not have. the last show of the day had ended, and so she was free to interact as she pleased until closing. She stands with a paw upon hip, anticipating his need for assistance given the way he'd been looking around as if something was lost. lids drop to narrow, and her head tilts. ❝ you'll have to be more specific than that. What's your daughter's name? I can check the security database and we can work from there. ❞