They wave, the helmet - which they've decorated with a little hat shaped like a fried egg - getting in the way of returning the slow blink.

"That sounds like my coworker. They have enough energy for five normal human beings packed into about three-quarters of the size." Purple illustrates this with a gesture where they bring their hands close together, as if to demonstrate the general concept of compaction. "That's Agent Jean, and the chicken's Agent Charlie. Are these the survivors of her iron-beaked reign of terror?"