As I looked down my scope, in awe of what I was seeing, my right-hand, Zavak, somehow summoned enough of his senses to turn to me. "Sir, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" I tore myself from the scope of my rifle to look at him. "If you're talking about the incarnation of adorableness down there, then yes, I am seeing what you are." He looked back through his scope, then back to me. "How... how can something that adorable even exist?" "Zavak, I've seen some of the strangest things this universe has to offer, and this still defies all of those combined." "How does it not explode, or implode, or whatever?" "Your guess is as good as mine, old friend." We paused to look at the tiny Vandal for a few more moments. It - she, I mentally corrected myself - seemed lost in thought as it knelt before the water. Zavak, again, was the first to break the silence. "So... what now?" I thought on that for a few moments, looking around at the surroundings before I answered. "Cover me while I make contact." "Awww, why can't I do it?" He asked, pouting - a hardened spec-ops soldier, actually pouting - as I stood. I smirked a bit despite myself. "Because I'm your commander, and I say so." I said, turning to head down as I heard him mumble under his breath. I made my way over to the small Vandal slowly, making sure to stick to cover until I got close enough. I was planning to state my presence, ask who she was, and her purpose here, completely according to protocol. Really, I swear, I was going to do that. Instead, she noticed me right before I could say anything, turning towards me, and I lost all control once we made eye contact. So, while I had planned to be very proffesional, what I actually did was squee like a tiny female human and glomp the little ball of cuteness. "Soooo cute!"