[The beast might be weakened but Rocky still maintains a fairly respectful distance and seats himself in the sand before Laedo, his knees bent beneath him. While the pair of eyes on his screen serve no function in collecting visual data, they still convey a sense of 'eye contact' as he peers up into the dragon's face. Raising one of his weaponized arms, the metallic claws fold back against the barrel and the whole forearm begins to transform—pieces shift rapidly into a new arrangement and the cannon barrel collapses in on itself. In a matter of seconds, a humanoid 5-digit hand replaces the weapon and he holds it to his chest.]

Well, my name is Rocky and I'm a robot. [He starts, happy to answer whatever is asked of him.] I was built by members of the human race to serve and protect them from opposing forces. [Which means he was also built to kill other humans and wreck their shit, but one step at a time here!]

As for my face, my creators programmed me with human emotions and I was fitted with this head as a means of self-expression. [Though as he explains, his seemingly permanent smile seems to fade a bit and lose its cheer.] I suppose humans are more comfortable communicating with something that has a face...

[His gaze has fallen somewhat but he turns his eyes and his smile back up again soon enough.] What's your name? I've never met a dragon before!