The looming Pyro is staring menacingly at you, the wide, opaque black lenses of their gas mask pointed in your direction. The mask makes his breathing rather loud. No one really knows what, or who, Pyro is. No one really knows her intentions, or her goals. One thing is for sure, he's staring right at you, and he has a fire axe in his big gloved mitts.

"Mmpho mprh." It makes a gesture at you, and it seems... Friendly enough? You're not really sure, and you can't understand what they're saying. He makes another gesture towards you, holding one of the gloved mitts in your direction, as if offering a handshake. "Mrrh mmrph." It seems upbeat and well-intentioned, at least; even if their appearance is considerably eerie and you can't decipher their words.