Ingo is wandering the grounds of OSHA as he often does when he's lost in thought, as he hears what sounds like a stampede. For a brief moment, he thinks of the word "Zebstrika," unsure of its meaning other than a tenuous mental connection to the sound, but that thought vanishes as he sees its source. A single creature, eight feet tall, with two pairs of muscled forelimbs ending in metallic hands that resemble gauntlets, and two human-like rear limbs. His body is inkly-black, with an eery iridescence and almost the suggestion of stars in the night sky. This creature, its fangs bared and its eyes bright red, immediately halts upon noticing Ingo.
It stands on its rear legs, its body cracking and crunching gruesomely as it shifts into a more humanoid form.
"Oh, sorry to disturb your walk, darling. Had to get the energy out."
...Why does it have a British accent?
As the only Galarian Ingo knows, as far as he is aware, is Professor Laventon, Ingo simply assumes this is typical Galarian behaviour. After all, he is aware he is in a world other than his own, and maybe every world has a Galar. Either way, Ingo figures it's likely more polite to just go with it, and assume this is normal. It's worked before after all.
"Ah, perfectly understandable, it happens. I do not mind at all."
He nods politely at the stranger, tipping his hat and idly wondering if calling people darling is a Galarian thing or not.
