"The chip, of course." He offers lightly to Jack, pausing when Jane moves to shoulder check him.
While she was indeed quite sturdy for her size, he was unusually sturdy as well. For someone that looked like he'd be more at home in a library somewhere, Murmur was perhaps alarmingly sturdy. He barely moved when she bumped him, barely registered her impact at all. In fact his pausing was more an effort of courtesy than because she posed any real blockade to him. He leveled a stare at her, unblinking, unflinching.
Unbreathing.
The air temperature around them dropped abruptly and sharply, so sharp that frost began to form along the walls of the hallway. That shouldn't be possible on a climate controlled ship. Evidence. Murmur tilted his head to the side, thinking. He could absolutely grant her evidence.
"You wish to know with certainty, how it is that I know she is not the Head. And how it is most certain that I am no part of his soulless filth?" It isn't a growl, per-se, his voice perfectly calm and even. Yet a power resonates from it, a shiver in the air itself. Like some kind of far off percussion, a source and sound unknown yet felt deep within the bones.
And then, letting the ominous atmosphere drop, he glanced back at Jack. "I only understood half the words in that insult of hers, what did it mean?"
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While she was indeed quite sturdy for her size, he was unusually sturdy as well. For someone that looked like he'd be more at home in a library somewhere, Murmur was perhaps alarmingly sturdy. He barely moved when she bumped him, barely registered her impact at all. In fact his pausing was more an effort of courtesy than because she posed any real blockade to him. He leveled a stare at her, unblinking, unflinching.
Unbreathing.
The air temperature around them dropped abruptly and sharply, so sharp that frost began to form along the walls of the hallway. That shouldn't be possible on a climate controlled ship. Evidence. Murmur tilted his head to the side, thinking. He could absolutely grant her evidence.
"You wish to know with certainty, how it is that I know she is not the Head. And how it is most certain that I am no part of his soulless filth?" It isn't a growl, per-se, his voice perfectly calm and even. Yet a power resonates from it, a shiver in the air itself. Like some kind of far off percussion, a source and sound unknown yet felt deep within the bones.
And then, letting the ominous atmosphere drop, he glanced back at Jack. "I only understood half the words in that insult of hers, what did it mean?"