Fixing his gaze on each person as they entered Juleean finished his second and third drink before even touching his coffee. His eyes lingered over each person, their features, their mannerisms he had a predatory glare which fixated on everyone sizing them up like he had something to prove, he didn’t blink if someone met eye contact with him he didn’t look away it was a passive confrontation. After his coffee was done a familiar snake enter the room and a smile appeared over his face, it was almost fondness but he quickly fixed it hopefully before anyone could notice. Issy and he had an understanding, It was angry and rough and he loved it, No one else on the ship really thrilled him as much as her, Zero in Juleean’s eyes was just a broken person who posed no real threat, he was human after all. Berrac was the only one he respect enough not to be aggressive towards, but Issy was something else, she was rough and fought him but he could tell she wanted him to do the same and loved it when he ‘hit’ back. Sometimes literally most time figuratively.<br/><br/><br/>Standing up and padding his way wordlessly out of the mess hall he took a note from Zero there and didn’t make an ass out of himself by making a sense, seriously who did the guy think he was? Nevertheless he was a good model for what not to do, so Juleean made sure to make a mental note of not acting like him and left quietly. Even though there were protests about making others wait Juleean knew enough about wildlife that it would try to kill you at every turn, So he went back to his room and took off his baggy sweat pants, slipping them back the V the makes up his lower torso and past his hard fleshed legs, stepping out of them and tossing them over to his bed. Slipping into his Environment suit which was little more than a spandex covering that would protect him from acid or other poisons. Thinking back to a rather unpleasantly cringe worthy meeting he had with the water Naga, meeting her in the shower and nearly pinning her to the wall he was lucky he hadn’t touched her, in the back of his mind he felt awful for pressuring her but showing any kind of regret was like putting a gun between your lips and the hammer in someone else's hands.<br/><br/><br/>He looked at himself in the mirror, Eyes looking over the careful outline of every bungling muscle, his arms looks like they would tear through the fabric though he knew the Berrac could fit into this thing. His chest was pushing it outwards and his wide shoulder stretched the design that had been imprinted on it. The suit looked like a second layer of skin however one thing was not carefully outlined and left much the imagination. There between his legs was a hefty handful bulge that he had grown to admire about himself, it was vain sure but hey, animals aren’t ashamed of their bright mating colours he wasn’t ashamed to show off what he had, and many members of the crew would have at one point need him forget to put on pants and walk around, honestly though he looked more animal than person s he doubted anyone cared.<br/><br/><br/>Regretfully he had to layer on her protective gear, covering over all the fun bits and all the soft bits he needed not to be stabbed in. Looking more like a professional field medic now he strapped a multi purpose shotgun to his back, hand cannon at his hip and left back to for the mess hall. He stopped short though when he heard the sound of water rushing. Smiling to himself he thought about peeking in but shook his head, not worth it. Smiles didn’t really have anything to look at anyway, much more fun to play with than to look at.<br/><br/><br/>Returning to the meal hall and looking around he gave the others a curt nod before sitting himself down with Maia and Miranda and all the others, surprisingly he didn’t smell like alcohol, must have been kind enough to put in a mint. He hadn’t caught most of the last conversation but when his cheeks hit the bench he started to take in what others were saying and genuinely seemed interested in talking about what they might find on the planet, about waiting for the general. It seems like he could put away that anger as quickly as he let it out. Which wasn’t uncommon for him, or other alcoholics for that matter. “When is ta General supposed ta be talkin’ to us anyway? Sometime dis week I hope.” The corners of his lips curling into a smile, trying to joke around, it quickly faded after his joke dissipated. “Should we be movin’ towards the bridge?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>