The femme smiled gratefully and stepped inside, carefully setting her bag down. “I don’t have any weapons on me, unless you count him as one.” A large grey dog tromped in after the black and gold femme. The canine shook, freezing water sloughing off of him, splattering the floor and Halocene’s pedes. “But you can search my bag, if you still wish to. It is mostly my tools and a few supplies for my travels.”
“My name is Trepetra, and my companion is Attel. I apologize if he jumps on you. He is very excitable.” Trepetra winced as the dog’s control finally broke and he jumped playfully at the Autobot. “I understand, every place has their protocol.”
Hal’s busy inputting the info the other femme is giving her into a datapad, nodding.
“We’ll put it through a scanner, no big d --” She’s cut off as the hound fairly leaps on her, startling her out of her necessary but friendly dialogue.
“Holy slag, he’s huge!” She remarks, reaching down the pat the dog’s helm. She’s never seen one up close before, so it’s a little disconcerting to have one jump on her like she’s not 30 feet up. As soon as he’s back on all fours again, she’s leading the way just down the hall to a set of sensors adorning the walls -- it’s difficult to tell they’re even there. She gets the clear from the security center, and sends the visitor registration data through.
“Alright, we’re done! If you’ll follow me, I’ll take ya’ down to the medbay, and they’ll get a panel done. It’ll only take ‘em a minute or two, then we can get ya’ set up with a room and a ration. Name’s Halocene by the way.” She flashes a smile over her shoulder at the taller bot.
