[This place has been a lot of fun to explore, semi-murderous fauna notwithstanding, and the Nomad eventually finds himself in a garage, inspecting battle wagons like he has any idea what he's looking at.]
[He jumps for a moment at the voice, then points questioningly to himself - who, me?]
[Wait, this person can't see him, so they probably won't reply.]
[Welp.]
[He looks around for the pink screwdriver, sees it halfway across the workshop, and claps his hand twice. The screwdriver springs to life, brand new googly eyes looking at him, before it toddles over to Dirk on its little stick figure legs and sits next to his head, happily waving at him. Hi there!]
Crimes
[He jumps for a moment at the voice, then points questioningly to himself - who, me?]
[Wait, this person can't see him, so they probably won't reply.]
[Welp.]
[He looks around for the pink screwdriver, sees it halfway across the workshop, and claps his hand twice. The screwdriver springs to life, brand new googly eyes looking at him, before it toddles over to Dirk on its little stick figure legs and sits next to his head, happily waving at him. Hi there!]