[ Malia's eyes widen — it's alive, or if not alive, at least interactive. Her instinct when she sees small, noisy creatures is still to chase them, but she's trying not to be the feral girl these days. Here, in Wonderland, without a soul to show her the ropes, it's too easy to slip back into her life of solitude in the woods. She has to watch herself. ]
...Okay.
[ Whoever made the thing should have taught it to say words, she thinks, but luckily, she excels at non-verbal communication. It sounds freaked out, sort of, or surprised. She realizes she's towering over the thing, so she takes a knee, kneeling down to BB-8's eye — ocular? — level to appear less threatening. ]
I'm Malia. I'm not gonna eat you or anything, so you don't have to run. [ She's more blunt than comforting when she says it. ] What are you doing?
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...Okay.
[ Whoever made the thing should have taught it to say words, she thinks, but luckily, she excels at non-verbal communication. It sounds freaked out, sort of, or surprised. She realizes she's towering over the thing, so she takes a knee, kneeling down to BB-8's eye — ocular? — level to appear less threatening. ]
I'm Malia. I'm not gonna eat you or anything, so you don't have to run. [ She's more blunt than comforting when she says it. ] What are you doing?