Saersha's excitement at the potential job was palpable in the air around her, and Paskar initially felt jealous of her vibrant energy. His movements were slow, deliberate, those nearby knew well in advance what he was going to do before he did it. They had to be. If not, people could be hurt, or worse from him simply bumping into them; all it took one wrong step. His responses and reactions were metered, often underemphasizing his actual feelings. So he appreciated the ability to soak in her presence like a big scaley sponge.<br/><br/>"It's alright, Saersha, truly. The pleasure's mine, and let me be the first to welcome you to Radius." Another smile crossed his scale-covered features, though this one only briefly showing off his teeth. The Valgaari didn't think twice of her naming convention for him, in fact, he always found such customs fascinating. Having worked in Radius for a number of years, he's seen all manner of races and cultures filter through the club doors, each bringing their own intricacies and mannerisms. His kind had a fairly simple rule to their names; one's surname came from their tribe, and every child's given name was divined by the tribe's matriarch.<br/><br/>Her eagerness seemed to make sense when she offered up the somewhat sad reality that there was little waiting for here outside of this opportunity, which brought him to respond if only to see if his assumptions were correct.  "So, did you just hop off of a transport? No job, no place to stay, jumping headfirst into wherever life takes you?" It wasn't meant to shame her, so he quickly added an addendum, nearly in the same breath. "Sounds plenty exciting to me, if not a bit daunting."<br/><br/>His gaze left her once again to scan the room for interactions going against the club's standards. To show that he was planning on remaining put, Paskar shifted his stance so that his back was to the bar, resting his hips carefully against the edge of the counter. He'd take a seat on a stool if he wasn't certain that it likely couldn't hold his weight, or make him look anything but ridiculous. Nothing more came of the altercation between Red and the patron she'd been serving, so he put following up on the matter on the backburner. Looking to the elevator, he saw no sign of Advent or Rill, to which he was slightly surprised that they had concerns to discuss with Ahja’nai. That or, they were simply taking their time in starting their shift. Either way, it gave Paskar an excuse to keep chatting away with Saersha.<br/><br/>What she said might not have meant to be spoken aloud, but her whispers were picked up on by Paskar, if only barely. "It certainly is, can't find a place like this back home." He wouldn't try to mimic her soft-spoken tone, the idea of doing so coupled with thoughts about his homeworld brought a series of low rumbling laughs from deep within his massive chest. The inhospitable desert wastes of Brach'tier that covered the planet's sunbaked surface, the intricate network of underground tunnels that made up Valgaari society, his people's culture was built upon their natural hostile instincts and the need to survive their harsh environment. It was nostalgic, and completely unlike most of the civilized universe at large. Paskar was an oddity amongst his kind, suffice to say, this was one reason why he was here in Radius instead of performing his duties there.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>