<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Om</span></span><br/><br/>In the middle of Om's tirade, the human child pointed out that he was apparently gesturing with his blaster in a way that made the human think he was thinking of using it. As soon as he heard that, he immediately stopped, shocked by what he had done without even thinking. While he eschewed almost all Hylotl customs, the philosophy of strict nonviolence had stuck with him. Unless somebody posed a direct threat to him, he would never consider using his weapon on them. While many other interstellar explorers he had met preferred to pack significantly more firepower under their belts, Om opted instead for possibly one of the smallest blasters available. He saw no need to have anything more than that, as it wasn't like he would be so foolish as to venture into space where there was a chance of somebody boarding your ship to "inspect" it. That time was gone now, as he was now on this unfamiliar world likely with no hope of getting off it.<br/><br/>He turned towards the rest of the group when the heavily scarred human asked him to stick behind the group to make sure nothing snuck up on them. He nodded, and kept his blaster in his hand, he was not going to risk something jumping out and eating his face before he could take it out of its holster. He did not verbally respond to them, as he had nothing to add, and it was likely that opening his mouth again would not do him any good.