Suulaa replied with a pulsating assortment of colours, translating to, "I am Suulaa. This place is not where I usually root myself, but I am in need of an abode. A companion directed me to this place, telling me I can find a home. Might you know with whom I may converse with to acquire this residence?" In the time it took to deliver this message, several others patrons had entered the bar. Suulaa clutched the sack of produce to his chest, not for fear of theft, but to hide the tattoo on it. Although the Hruu's expression never changed, Suulaa's fronds curled slightly, betraying his nervousness to those who were familiar with El expression.