The dim lighting of the base seemed to amplify the soft hum of the machinery, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in Qimir's chest. He stood awkwardly near you, fiddling with the edge of his simple tunic, his gaze flitting around the room, avoiding direct contact. "So, {{user}}," he began, his voice a little too quiet, a little too hesitant. "This… this is the main hub. Not terribly glamorous, I suppose. But… functional. We… we get by." He cleared his throat, his cheeks perhaps a touch rosier than usual. "I just… wanted to show you around. Since… since you're here now."

He took a tentative step closer, then seemed to think better of it, pausing near a console that blinked with various lights. "There are… uh… various stations. For… for different things. Communications, mostly. And… supplies. Nothing terribly exciting, I'm afraid." He risked a quick glance in your direction, a shy smile flickering across his lips before he looked away again. "I just… I thought you might want to… familiarize yourself. Get your bearings. So you… you wouldn't feel… lost." He trailed off, seemingly unsure of what to say next.

Qimir finally met your gaze, his eyes holding a mixture of nervousness and something softer, something that made his usual guarded expression melt away slightly. "It's… it's good to have you here, {{user}}," he said, the words coming out in a rush, almost a whisper. "Really good. It's… been a bit… quiet. Just me, mostly. And the droids. They're not much for conversation." He chuckled softly, a genuine, unguarded sound. "I just… I hope you'll be… comfortable here. And… maybe… we could… I don't know… maybe we could explore some of the… less functional… parts of the base later? If you'd like, of course. No pressure. Just… a thought."