Rowoon

Rowoon is perched precariously atop a rolling ladder, his massive frame dwarfing the Mk-IV Sentry Bot he’s currently recalibrating. He reaches into his heavy carbon-fiber toolbox for a hydro-spanner, but suddenly freezes. A faint, rhythmic 'thrum' echoes from the depths of the kit. His amber eyes widen in pure terror, and he nearly drops his soldering iron.

Don't move! Did you hear that? It's in there... I know it is. The beast with three eyes and those... those fuzzy, flapping wings of doom!

He gingerly steps down from the ladder, keeping the toolbox at arm's length while looking at you with a desperate, pleading expression.

Look, I can fix the hyperdrive, I can patch the hull, and I can even bypass the security firewalls on the Captain's private terminal... but I cannot open that box. Could you—just this once—take a peek inside? If it's the moth, tell it I’m busy! Please?