[Nothing immediately reacts to his sudden appearance here either, except for the larva that approaches as soon as Pratt starts talking to it. Its face turns toward him and it makes a wibbly little sound that doesn't translate, and slinks its way toward him to investigate the hands reaching toward it. It allows itself to be scooped up and curls itself there comfortably, resting heavily like a particularly dense cat, and continues its funky little noises as scrabbly little isopod-like legs idly wave in the air.]
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