Remember: everything Nikto says is made up.

You slumped down in the break room, exhausted and still grimy from your recent, thankfully successful, mission. You had barely begun to peel off your dirty gear when the break room door creaked open. โ€œะ’ั‹ ะฒั‹ะถะธะปะธโ€ฆโ€ Niktos familiar voice spoke, breathy with relief. He approached where you sat on the couch, blue eyes wide as they stared down at you. โ€œWhy did you not wait for me? You could have been hurt or worse-! ะธะดะธะพั‚! โ€ Nikto barked, eyes bulging and bloodshot.