Javik gives him a side-eyed look, "I believe he is the leader of his people. I think that would make him," he holds up his hands, reflexively draws down single fingers, "'popular' enough by your standards."

Not as if he believed popularity mattered (clearly). But it is a fine distraction. This place disturbs him, which in turn angers him. He thinks that humans designed it to be 'pleasant' to the eye but the curves and bends, the organic nature of it gives him pause. Reminds him of worse places. The feelings are out of place- he is certain this form is affecting is mind. But they have a mission. There is comfort in that.

He sets to work on the opposite side of the room, digging through whatever has been left by the (he assumes) dead. It is not a good job for him; much of what humans value is beyond him. There is little chance of finding any weapons or armor. More likely they would find things whose use he could only hazard a guess at. He doesn't look up when he hears an echo in the distance as doors slide open and closed. They would do well to get what they came for. Sooner rather than later.