IC: Sturg was startled at the Scrab's sudden appearance. But many other animals had been cautious to his presence, being a rather 'rare' species, perhaps trying to talk to it would be a possibility. He turned to the Scrab and growled "What are you doing here, Scrab? If it's food you're after there's nothing here that's easy pickings. Best go find some of those nice Scrab Cakes in the abandoned part of the factory..." Sturg hoped that perhaps mentioning how nice Scrab Cakes were might spook it enough to make it think twice about attacking, presuming that's what it was doing...if it knew they were even in there in the first place. Sturg glanced to Jim, using one of his small arms to try to point to the gun. It may not be necassary, but just in case, maybe even only a warning shot or two.
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