Tarrok had some idea Aiko was keeping something hidden. Years of dealing with the scummiest liars, swindlers and cheats had let him develop a healthy reading for that sort of thing. Still, it wasn't like he sensed any malice behind her words. No, she was keeping this quiet for more innocent reasons if he had to guess. Fear of shame, a lack of knowledge or any dozen other good reasons for that. Respecting her privacy wasn't even a choice, he just did it.<br/><br/>Slowly, he gently came down from the head scratches. The saiyan could gladly keep scratching until morning, truth be told. Talking required some attention and brain power, however. Someone could punch a hole in the hull and she'd keep leaning into his hand.<br/><br/>No offense.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Always been more interested in rockier areas. Red rock, stark cliffs and miles away from anyone else. Good place to get away, real calm."</span>Tarrok mused.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Used to train in a few places like that, before I got my hands on a gravity chamber."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Nothing wrong with some water. At the very worst, you'll have a good supply of fish to live off of."</span>Tarrok resumed the head rubbings. Even before today, he'd found something oddly... soothing about her warbling rumbles.