((Feel free to interact a bit with the other three, while Uriel is out. Ryan needs some alien friends. !meow  XD ))<br/><br/>Anak helped the human called Ryan back into bed after his pathetic attempt at standing. There was no pity in it. Anak was a quiet one, and had an instinctual understanding of people in general. Even though he was six-two, he came across as being small--timid, almost. His ability to blend in, even in places where he clearly didn't belong, was what made him good at his job as a natural observer. Uriel and the others witnessed this event and said nothing regarding it. Anak had a slow, calm vibrancy which had a quieting effect on any creature who, even subconsciously, noticed it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"I will return shortly,"</span></span>Uriel said after a moment, turning and striding out the door. Rhofel and Velnier went about unpacking the rest of their things, and Anak sat himself in a chair as though he were guarding over their injured human guest. His color was decidedly bluer than the others, and his features gentler, so he was somewhat easy to single out--even to one who'd never seen a Vortian before, and thought they all looked mostly the same.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #8080FF">"You are doing no harm to us,"</span></span>he said quietly and definitively.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>It wasn't difficult to find one of the food points Ryan had described. Though, since she was new to this place, Uriel did pause to ask one human for directions. He was a somewhat plump, obviously wealthy human, who seemed a bit put off by her at first, but he was happy enough to point her in the right direction. She noticed a lot of stares being directed at her during her venture. Naturally, humans were a primitive race, and they rarely saw intelligent life that wasn't human in form. For the most part, she paid it no mind. Although, she was slightly offended when she noticed that ninety percent of the men she caught staring were focused on her breasts. They had some strange fixation on the organs. Vortians were a race which went without clothes. Humans would have to adapt to that within the next hundred years if they hoped to climb the evolutionary ladder.<br/><br/>When she found the food point, at last, Uriel scanned the menu briefly before selecting a "chicken patty" at random. The food tender looked at her curiously. He must have noticed that she didn't have a mouth. She decided to play with him a little.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"Well? This is my first time on Earth and I'd like to try the local cuisine. Why do you hesitate?"</span></span><br/><br/>"Er... uh.. You don't have a mouth.. Lady."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"And what would your point be?"</span></span><br/><br/>"Ah.. umm..." He muttered, flabbergasted. The server soon gave up and went to fetch the food, exchanging a little brown baggie for a food voucher. "Enjoy," he mumbled helplessly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF80FF">"Thank you,"</span></span>Uriel replied, giggling to herself as she started back. All things considered, it was easier (and more entertaining) to have the food server try to figure out how she might consume a "chicken patty" than tell him it was for a human fugitive she was harboring.