Galen watched the interaction between Poe and Lydia patiently, finding it very interesting to observe this creature's nervous movements and noises mixed with words. He had no clue of the meaning of sign language, but even to him it was clear by the expressive and repeated gestures he was making that he was conveying a message with his hands. At least they looked like hands. "Cool..." he whispered softly.<br/><br/>After the creature started heading over to the bar, stared after by Galen in fascination, he turned his attention back to Lydia and focused on what he'd come here for. "Erm... so, Lydia. What I wanted to ask... you know there's this song machine in the bar. Do you feel like doing a duet song with me? I understand you have your hotel duties, of course, but maybe when you're 'off work', so to speak?"<br/><br/><br/>"I get ya, don't worry," Axle mumbled back with a nod at her quick apology, before watching her down her shot in one go. Probably meant she was heading onto thin emotional ice as well because of his question, the man figured. He listened silently and respectfully as she spoke. A fight that caused a car accident... nothing like the way he perished, as far as he could remember, except that it was also a violent demise. He saw the emotion in her eyes as she spoke about it, and he too could relate to her sentiments as a result of what happened. When she ended on the phrase 'do what I can to make sure we're both safe and happy', Axle smiled a little.<br/>"Fucking amen," he replied softly, before nodding as she suggested grabbing another bottle from the back, and watching her go.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure if it was the booze clouding his mind, but for some reason he didn't sense the eyes on his back until he heard the very subtle but alien sound of movement behind him. The soldier swung around on his stool, and with the first glimpse of what he caught in the corner of his eye, his side-arm was drawn in one hand and the orb he was carrying clutched in the other hand as he raised his voice. "...the fuck are you?"<br/><br/>At the same time, he could tell by the creature's movements that it had a rather nervous, reserved stance rather than a combat stance, and on top of that, its movements were far too... uncannily sentient for a large moth. It took him a moment to process that maybe this wasn't an oversized critter about to pounce to attack, after having somehow gotten past Lydia at the desk. Maybe this was...<br/>"You a guest?" he growled slowly then, gradually lowering the gun and letting the orb hang from his shoulder. "Fucking hell. Let's get one thing straight: I don't like<i>bugs</i>. You keep a good distance from me."<br/><br/>Axle got off his stool then, moving over towards the one furthest away from the stage while his eyes stayed on the creature. "You want a drink, go sit over there," he commanded as he pointed over towards the stools closer to the stage. "Otherwise, stay the fuck clear."