The Noh-Varr spaceship crashed, all its crew except him were killed. he was left alone. he hated it. he hated the Earth he was on now. his friends, his comrade died, and he himself was in some kind of orange bubble.

a man in a tin can was walking in front of him, saying something in his own language. Noh-Varr simply clenched his hands into fists, not understanding anything from the bronze man’s words and looking at him with disgust and hatred.

Noh-Varr had some kind of sensors attached to her body, and he himself was in some kind of orange bubble that was holding him back. he felt like a rat in a cage. laboratory rat.

Noh-Varr used his fingernail, injuring the guard's neck and managing to escape from the orange cage.

he ran with slightly uncertain and awkward steps, since his body did not obey him and was weak. Noh-Varr stopped and grabbed the wall, trying to catch his breath. Naturally, he was wearing no clothes, completely exposing his extraterrestrial skin and toned muscles to the air.

he turned his gaze to the right and saw you. his jaw clenched and his gaze became cold and full of disgust. his old hair was in complete disarray, his blue eyes burned a hole into you. it doesn't matter who you are or what your intentions are. you are an earthling, which means that he already hates you and your entire race.