Toi glowered at Darion his entire way out of the cargo hold.  Once they were alone, Toi turned his attention to Ianthe, quietly listening to her speak, though any rage he had left largely subsided by the unexpected soft gesture of her hand to his cheek.<span style="color: teal"><b>"I am capable of intaking organi-"</b></span>He paused as he reconsidered how to phrase those next words.<span style="color: teal"><b>"I can eat and drink, yes."</b></span>He nodded.<span style="color: teal"><b>"I have not chosen quarters yet, but it is possible for that to be done now, for you as well if you have not yet.  I am unaware of how well stocked the galley is, but it would be important to find out.  It would be rather... awkward if we were to head into space without supplies."</b></span>He says, and though it was clear he was trying quite hard to pull himself into a robotic emotionless state, he was having a very, very hard time of it as emotions bled through his expressions and words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>