<span style="color: #0080FF">"No, no, you're doing just fine!"</span>Tarrok held up his hands. Yeah, good going you dumb monkey brute. Any other bright ideas while things haven't hit rock bottom? Or shall we just go back to damage control while she hasn't run from you?<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"I was trying to ask about the food. You make it very well very consistently. Just meant I was curious how you do it."</span>Tarrok explained. When he'd said that she hadn't had a bad day cooking since she'd stepped aboard, that was not hyperbole.<br/><br/>Would that help calm her down now? The saiyan wasn't quite certain enough to tell. Maybe a quick pat on the head would help? Or would that be a little patronizing given the context?<br/><br/>Tarrok reached out and gently stroked the back of her head. Just a little reassuring pat, nothing too distracting. He didn't want her to panic, especially not right now. The mercenary wanted this to work so bad it could hurt.