Oh, thank goodness. Ivi was able to tether the connection quite seamlesslyâ he'd been doing it for maybe thirty or so years, after allâ and sat in his own little corner, not poking or prodding around, just able to communicate easily. "Oh, no, don't worry!" he said brightly, his voice a little lower than perhaps expected but no less polite. It definitely suited him more than the monotony of the text to speech function. "It's fine, really, I was just making a mean little joke at my own expense. I can 'see', if it can be called that. I can see heat signatures, and I can identify things that I'm holding. I can see you, a little. You're quite warm." ... "Because you're alive and all," he quickly clarified, blue in the cheeks again.
He shook his head, one antennae flicking off to one side in a quiet annoyance with himself. "Well, that's a little bit comforting, at least. It's very rare that I manage to hit one at all. At least I had a little bit of something, rather than nothing," he said, watching the pins reset. Much more aware of the hum of the machinery than perhaps most would be. He enjoyed the sounds.
. "Is there like... some sort of tool for beginners? I don't know if i can aim a ball and... uh, well, would you trust a blind man with a 7 kg ball?"
