[Extremely gently, extremely carefully, Robert fixes the two giant green fingers of his right hand around Sayo's little thorax and deposits her gently in the palm of his other hand.

Then he lifts that hand up to his face.

He recognizes Sayo's voice, now that she's closer to his tympanic membranes.] ... Ah, I know you... well, not as a crab, obviously.

I am Professor Robert Alexander Hastings, if you... do not remember. [He remembers Sayo's memory problems, and while they may not be affecting her at the moment, he figures they might have been enough to affect her before then.]

Though I am usually a human, not a turtle; just like you are not usually a crab. Albeit you are a very beautiful specimen of crab, if I may say so. [He is completely serious when he says this. To his astrobiologist mind, all life is beautiful.]