[Narvin kneels on the ground, subtly sniffs the air, touches a few small specks of what might be alien blood on the floor.]
Yes, I think it's dead.
[He looks at Rex, vaguely aware that you're supposed to praise dogs when they do what they're supposed to, but Narvin isn't experienced with animals--at least not animals that don't have their own governments and economies.
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Yes, I think it's dead.
[He looks at Rex, vaguely aware that you're supposed to praise dogs when they do what they're supposed to, but Narvin isn't experienced with animals--at least not animals that don't have their own governments and economies.
He clears his throat awkwardly.]
...Well done, Rex.