There's someone rooting around in the bunk room. The mattress to the lone single bed inside has been turned up on its side like someone's opened a box lid, and when it abruptly gets thumped back down again, the figure standing there is holding some sleek sort of firearm, looking it over. It's in no way aimed at certain people who might be nosing around the ship and into this particular room, but once the Hunter realizes he's not alone, he does look a little awkward for a hot second or two.

His metal face certainly declares he's a robot of some kind, but he wears clothing, his armor mostly leather with a few pieces in metal. Blue optics shutter in a blink, and then all at once he casts off the awkwardness and actually appears to grin. Amber light spills from his throat as he greets, "Hey there! Who are you and why're you on my ship?"