[From the base of one of those stacks of crates, Peridot is craning her neck to look up at this absurd human with some mild concern. She's familiar with Niko now; this is the guy that wanted the custom sniper rifle, if she remembers correctly... but what the hell is he up to? He seems wrong, off, displaying behavior that she considers highly erratic, even by human standards.
She watches for another moment, tenses when he makes a particularly high and impressive jump and doesn't splatter to the ground. That's enough right there, she decides.]
Hey! What in the stars do you think you're doing up there!? You know if you fall, I'm not going to be the one to clean up your splattered human carcass!
[This nasally, irritated warning is hollered up in Niko's direction. God. Peridot reflects on how her life was so much easier when she could just look away and not give a fuck about what kind of dangers non-gems get themselves into. Now she has to actually care. UGH.]
Cargo bay
She watches for another moment, tenses when he makes a particularly high and impressive jump and doesn't splatter to the ground. That's enough right there, she decides.]
Hey! What in the stars do you think you're doing up there!? You know if you fall, I'm not going to be the one to clean up your splattered human carcass!
[This nasally, irritated warning is hollered up in Niko's direction. God. Peridot reflects on how her life was so much easier when she could just look away and not give a fuck about what kind of dangers non-gems get themselves into. Now she has to actually care. UGH.]