[ A dragon? As if the walking dead weren't ghastly enough. This really is a high-octane Sim-Res, isn't it? Calla is more than happy to hide if that's all that's required of him, but when the man offers to find him a weapon, his expression abruptly drops. ]

Ah, sir, that really won't be necessary! [ He says it with a startled little laugh, eyes wide. The man must be joking, right? Or, more likely, he takes Calla as one of the NPCs actually programmed for this world, complete with realistic combat subroutines for immersion. Calla silently and blasphemously curses whatever caffeine-addled programmer had mistakenly put him in this of all Sim-Resses. ]

I'm very sorry to have to tell you this, but—I'm not from here. There's been a mistake. [ The words come in a nervous rush, Calla already taking a step back. ] Combat is completely outside the scope of my programming.