Francœur was just going about his business, doing whatever it was giant monsters did on a spaceship when he had that eerie sensation of being watched. From the back, he may have seemed like a normal, if extremely tall, human in a white suit. However, when he turned around, large, red eyes fixated on whoever was staring at him. His mandibles twitched under his jaw. Why was he looking at him?

Oh, he was waving. Francœur waved back with one gloved hand. His head canted as he watched him. Why was this stranger waving at him? He waited to see if perhaps he would ask a question or introduce himself.