[@splatlands3] *neo opens the door to this place seeing everyone in this place and they are filled with wonder and speeking in octarian* "Hello someone told me that you need some help and you can just call me neo and this is little buddy" *They then hold out little buddy*
"Anyone know octarian?" Fisheye calls out, holding a frying pan in hand in case the octarian is infected.
"I know it." Shelby comes out from behind Fisheye, telling the grumpy salmonid he'd take care of the speaking part.
"(What's your business doing here? Are you clean of any illnesses? Do you have an ID card that says you're cleansed? If not, I cannot let you speak with us for the moment.)"
Shelby felt bad for disregarding the octoling in a seemingly harsh nature. He had a hunch they were clear of Ink Rot, but he was genuinely concerned for the safety of Pyro, since inklings have a fragile immune system. He couldn't risk it.
"(...Fisheye will escort you to one of the stations a few minutes away to have you checked out. We're happy to have others help us, but we cannot let you do that unless we know you do not have Ink Rot.)"








