[ the man turns at the rather foreign sound, an eyebrow raising against his the rest of his furrowed brow. it echoes through this large chamber, and so ichabod finds himself struggling to figure out just where the sound had come from. ]
Hello?
[ he starts to move toward the rolling machine, but his eyes give it no second glance once he does spot it; his eyes scan his own shoulder-height, in anticipation of a humanoid guest. his voice turns downward, warning his voyeur against starting any trouble. if this is some trick of moloch's, ichabod won't be caught off guard. ]
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Hello?
[ he starts to move toward the rolling machine, but his eyes give it no second glance once he does spot it; his eyes scan his own shoulder-height, in anticipation of a humanoid guest. his voice turns downward, warning his voyeur against starting any trouble. if this is some trick of moloch's, ichabod won't be caught off guard. ]
Make yourself known.