"Relax"
Hao Xuan was taken aback upon seeing the clump of red sand in his hand. If the token was broken, where did the dragon ago?
"Can you hear me?"
He spoke out loud, softly.
*Beep*
"Of course I can," Baracus responded swiftly, making Hao Xuan shake his head.
"Not you, um, b-black dragon?" he called out awkwardly. It felt weird calling it that. She was a dragon and was black, hence that was her name? But a second later another familiar voice came into his ears.
"I am here, squishy human."
He let out a breath of relief but then frowned.
"Why am I squishy?"
"I don't know. Why are you squishy?"
"What?"
"What?"
"...."
After a short, awkward pause, Hao Xuan asked for her name.
"What do I call you then? What's your name?"
She scoffed, the derision obvious from her tone.
"You are physically incapable of pronouncing my name, human. But other mortals call me Níðhöggr."