Diplomacy is not now, nor has it ever been Rinzler's function. The opaque helmet meets Clara's stare, but offers no additions to her introduction. Instead, the hoofed beings speak up next: a trilling oscillation of foreign words that—for the moment—appear entirely unintelligible.

"...Communicators."

The word is short, tone harsh and distorted with electronic flanging. It's joined to a short downwards nod toward his ACE. They take a moment, sometimes, to identify the language and translate. Assuming the programmers even included that code this time around.

Of course, the user may or may not know that already. Had she been present for an offworld visit? Rinzler isn't entirely certain if this iteration is the same at all. Or if she's been wiped too thoroughly to recall their previous encounter.

Still, if Clara does remember, she'll notice one significant difference. Last time, Rinzler hadn't been capable of speech.