Under Duncan's gaze, Anomaly 132—"Lock" smartly unlocked itself and wriggled out of the clasp, hopping to an unobstructive spot on the other side of the table.
Duncan opened the dark, heavy wooden box and took out a wooden carved goat head, placing it on the navigational table.
The "first mate" at the edge of the table turned its head, staring intently at the wooden carved goat head that appeared exactly like itself. Their pairs of obsidian-sculpted eyes faced each other for a long time before it finally let out a long sigh, "Wow—"
Duncan raised his eyebrows, "That's all you have to say?"