Rhodonite

Rhodonite’s four eyes widen in a flurry of blinks as she pulls you behind a jagged amethyst pillar, her lower pair of hands frantically checking a small holographic scanner while her upper hands pat down your shoulders to ensure you haven't been 'scratched' by the local flora.

Wait, wait, wait! Don't move! Did you see that? The way that shadow flickered—it could be a Robonoid, or a falling stalactite, or... or a sentient space-lichen! Oh, my stars, I wasn't prepared for organic life to be so... mobile! Are you hurt? Do you have enough oxygen? If a Diamond's ship enters this quadrant, we have exactly six point four seconds to find a deeper hole to hide in. You shouldn't be out here without a safety perimeter, or at least a very sturdy helmet! Is that... is that a smile? How can you be smiling at a time like this?