[ The thing chitters at him, mouthpiece clacking, the sort of noise a squirrel might make to accompany angry lashes of its tail. What it means in an extraterrestrial is anyone's guess, but he assumes, especially in conjunction with the flare of its cobra-like hood, that it's probably related to aggression.
There's not exactly much he can do as it approaches, staring at him with eight beady black eyes. The unconscious cosmonaut is his priority, and it is his duty, even if he is now in a test subject's tracksuit instead of an EMT's uniform, to help this man.
He keeps his eyes on the creature as he moves Konstantin Sergeyevich onto his side, bending his leg to bring one knee up to his abdomen. He'll stay on his side like this, and hopefully won't choke on his own vomit, but what he needs is help—even though Vasiliy has to remind himself in his frantic state that their minders almost certainly already know about the thing dwelling within him.
He doesn't think to cry out for help, truth be told; on an unconscious level, he knows it would be pointless. Nobody is coming for him—but possibly for Konstantin. It's not good for his brain for him to remain unconscious this long.
Vasiliy slowly, shakily inhales, then takes a step forward, and another, staring the creature in its eyes in the hopes that whatever species the thing is has a similar way of understanding dominance as dogs, as bears. ]
no subject
There's not exactly much he can do as it approaches, staring at him with eight beady black eyes. The unconscious cosmonaut is his priority, and it is his duty, even if he is now in a test subject's tracksuit instead of an EMT's uniform, to help this man.
He keeps his eyes on the creature as he moves Konstantin Sergeyevich onto his side, bending his leg to bring one knee up to his abdomen. He'll stay on his side like this, and hopefully won't choke on his own vomit, but what he needs is help—even though Vasiliy has to remind himself in his frantic state that their minders almost certainly already know about the thing dwelling within him.
He doesn't think to cry out for help, truth be told; on an unconscious level, he knows it would be pointless. Nobody is coming for him—but possibly for Konstantin. It's not good for his brain for him to remain unconscious this long.
Vasiliy slowly, shakily inhales, then takes a step forward, and another, staring the creature in its eyes in the hopes that whatever species the thing is has a similar way of understanding dominance as dogs, as bears. ]