Anything's fine. [He has no preferences; he neither knows what there is to choose from or what he likes. As long as it gets him some energy, that's all he cares about at the moment.
But the soldier is familiar enough with working with machines--vehicles and weapons, mostly--that the particular way Krok moves tells him there's something not quite right with him in the way there's something not quite right with his own arm. He wonders if that's what happens to mechanical things attached to living people in this place if they don't get enough contact.]
You're having trouble moving. [It's something between a statement and a question, and the fact that he's voicing it at all is a show of concern, though it's likely difficult to tell with his monotone voice.]
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But the soldier is familiar enough with working with machines--vehicles and weapons, mostly--that the particular way Krok moves tells him there's something not quite right with him in the way there's something not quite right with his own arm. He wonders if that's what happens to mechanical things attached to living people in this place if they don't get enough contact.]
You're having trouble moving. [It's something between a statement and a question, and the fact that he's voicing it at all is a show of concern, though it's likely difficult to tell with his monotone voice.]