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Until you know what this thing is capable of, you are not going to be able to make an informed decision on passing it or not. To that end, as dangerous as it might sound ... you are going to try to throw something near it, and see how it responds. Lucky for you, around here you have your choice of improvised projectiles. Debris is one thing, but when it comes to just random trash floating around this hulk seems to have an unusual amount of it. It makes you think that the original owners of the ship bailed on it quickly. Either that, or they were just really messy to begin with.
You get your gloves on some sort of ... well, you think it was a wrapper at one point, but after being exposed to the vacuum it is hard to say. But it hasn't completely fallen apart yet, nor does it when you pick it up. Figuring that it will do as good as anything, you pull yourself around the corner - Jesus, that light is bright. Doing your best not to flinch, you throw the garbage at the thing, then in a moment of inspiration, you manually activate your helmets safety-tinting. You have to mess with it a bit, considering that this light is nothing compared to a wrecking torch, but soon you are able to stare back into the beam with only a little bit of discomfort. Just in time too, as your 'probe' passes through the cloud of debris, right underneath the body, or the bale, whatever it is.
Suddenly, the thing begins to shudder violently, causing all of its razor wire to scythe back and forth. You can see some of the larger chunks of debris floating around it get caught in its convulsions and get taken to pieces. Though you are fairly certain that your suit is strong enough to withstand that razor wire, that display is giving you some second thoughts. Then the struts - or rather, the legs - on the bottom retract into the bale as those on the top continue to extend. In less then half second, the entire drone is on the ground, pressing down and shuddering on the trash that you threw. While all of this is happening, you realize with alarm that at some point, the lamp, which you now believe may be the drone's eye, has been pointed directly at you. You are not sure if it was when stepped out for the throw, or when you peeked out to flash the thing with your lights, but it certainly looks like you have its attention.
After a dozen seconds or so, the drone stops shuddering. Then its legs revert back to their normal lengths, returning it to its spot in the now spreading debris cloud. You strain your eyes, looking for any sign of the trash that you threw, but if there is anything left of your 'probe' you aren't able to see it. You return your attention to the drone, who has begun to use its thin legs to punt itself out of the debris cloud, towards you. Its eye - and you are certain it is an eye now - is riveted on you. Its irregular movement makes it difficult to do so, and the gleaming beam twitches with each punt, but the drone is making every effort to stare right at you.
