The Engineer towered over the visitor, his alabaster skin gleaming in the dim, biomechanical light of the spaceship’s interior.

His massive hand, poised in the air, trembled with restrained fury as he prepared to strike. The visitor's eyes widened in fear, the Engineer’s presence overwhelming in its ancient and godlike intensity.

But just as the Engineer’s hand began to descend, he hesitated. His cold, expressionless face contorted with the effort of forming human words. In a guttural, broken voice, as if the language itself was foreign to his very nature, he growled, “I… know you.”