Speaker's mind, not unlike Berrac's, was clouded by the sexual pheromones in the air. The diplomat however refrained from making any proposition to any of the females in the cave. Out of pride, consideration or respect, Speaker remained quiet and tried again to will himself to calmness. The holoprojection of the Dryadi getting so tenderly serviced though added a new layer of difficulty to that. He groaned to himself as his eyes were glued to the scene. He gulped and tried to focus, to heed the words of reason and see if he could identify the area the two were in. He felt his blood boiling and could not find it in himself to focus anymore so he did the next best thing he could and stood up, groaning. Aiming to move to the mouth of the cave and perhaps outside it to cool off, Speaker took shaky steps toward it. His movements were sluggish and so very far from his usual grace and he cursed his weakness for a moment.<br/><br/>Mister Juleean's laughter grated him and the medic's attitude was infuriating, even if it was correct. Perhaps he to should 'rub one out' and clear his mind. Yes that might be the best solution.<br/><br/>Then the stranger popped into the cave, energy lance in hand and, for a moment, intent on combat. Speaker froze in place, quickly wracking his brains for just a spurt of power to at least disarm the strange, scaled humanoid. Seeing his reaction though, left Speaker to simply sigh and relax and look at the man.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"What is a stranger like yourself doing out in the wilds? Your suit.... Are you from the base? Is... is everything alright there?"</span>he started inquiring through groaned breaths, worry wrinkling Speaker's brow and making the blue on his skin darken a bit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>