[If there was any reaction that Apollo was expecting, that one wasn't it. He coughs at the cloud of dust, lifts the collar of his coat to cover his nose and mouth, pulls it back to sneeze a few times, then recovers his lower face and blinks rapidly as his eyes tear up to get rid of the dust.
Once he can focus a bit better, he mentally sends a greeting and asks if the Hippopotas has noticed any iron around, sending his own impressions of what iron is: what the ore that's fed to the Aron in the habitat tower looks like, what rust is like, what worked iron looks like, and so on. He's well aware that this is a complicated concept to get across, especially when he isn't sure how intelligent his conversational partner is, but he's going to try his hardest.]
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Once he can focus a bit better, he mentally sends a greeting and asks if the Hippopotas has noticed any iron around, sending his own impressions of what iron is: what the ore that's fed to the Aron in the habitat tower looks like, what rust is like, what worked iron looks like, and so on. He's well aware that this is a complicated concept to get across, especially when he isn't sure how intelligent his conversational partner is, but he's going to try his hardest.]