Isoth watched the purple haired woman enter into the expansive confines of her personal chambers with a mixture of dispassionate coldness and a keen awareness, nearing curiosity, only a reptilian intellect seemed to possess. The hissing of the door closing was, other than the background noise common to any void born vessel, the only sound that whispered through the chilling atmosphere of his domain. The lighting was subdued but still at a level sufficient to see adequately; even if some of the brighter colors were muted as a result.<br/><br/>"You humans never cease to surprise me," Isoth growled in much the same tone as the previous Inarras warrior that had led from the ruined meeting room. "You were given the opportunity to surrender honorably and without repercussions, for a war, you started." It was hard to place if there was anger, remorse, interest, or simple admiration that clouded Isoth's words. "Yet, you spit in the hands of your betters and attempt to harm my negotiators. Does your kind know nothing of civility? Of duty? Honor?” There was a minor tilt to his large dragon-like head as his questions flowed free from his serrated tooth infested mouth.<br/><br/>Turning, the Harbinger stalked across the room with rough plodding steps towards his impressively illuminated fish tank. Unlike humans, the Inarras wore no form of footwear; unless they had donned a space suit or powered armor, of course. “Tell me human, what did your kind think to achieve? Moreover, that we would not punish such a dishonorable display?” Isoth was, clearly, quite perplexed by the smaller mammalian’s behavior up to now. Their studies of the race were thorough but only to a degree and, mostly, pertaining to their physiology. The society in which they functioned was utterly foreign and quite antithetical to his own.