Drak was jolted by the fact that Meena was coming to protect him from her own droid. Drak wanted to shoot the droid to pieces, but she seemed to quell the astromech. Vul bumped into Drak's leg as he rolled away, and Drak couldn't help but turn the droid and yell, "better watch yourself, scrap metal." Vul turned to Drak for a moment, and shrilled as if some sort of insult. Then he turned away and left the two humans alone. "Thanks," Drak told Meena as he wrung the back of his neck. "You have some droid there. Is he always so volatile?"<br/><br/>He followed her into the kitchen, a bit insulted that he wasn't allowed to use it on his own. "Fine, your ship your rules," he replied, fully intending on breaking those rules. "I'm not too picky, as long as you don't use dorane cheese, clames, shoots, kureen meat, blue milk, or anything from the outer regions..." He looked at the kitchen, where a few more 'exotic' fruits and vegetables were resting. He still remembers the Calsee Apple he once ate, and how it made his stomach sick. Drak looked around the kitchen, purposely opening up cuboards to both look at what was there, and to irritate Meena. "Basically anything simple, as long as it's good, and not too fancy- or complicated- or exotic-" He walked to the dining area, sat on a chair, and put up his boots.