Optical Alignment

Internal pulse confirmed. My right optical module brightened, casting an amber perimeter across the flat studs below. Motion detected within zero-point-five meters. I rotated my snout two degrees to the right. Standing immediately beside me was an assembled figure with reddish hair, completely still. I nudged its arm with the blunt edge of my muzzle. Solid. Modular. Unresponsive. Perimeter scan complete. Holding station.