Head snapping up at something most others could not hear, the towering xeno seemed to ponder something, before making a long series of clicks without opening it's mouth... Then flicked it's head to the side, activating a universal translator. Again it's beak like face did not open, yet still a vaguely make, hissing voice reverberated out.<span style="color: #660033">"Mmmbar keep... Torthose Ale... Big cup."</span>Sitting on the barstool, with legs folded as to rest taloned feet on the midway rung of the stool, he lifted both massive, man chopping pincers and rested them upon the barcounter, folded across eachother.<br/><br/>Glowing green compound eyes looking this way and that... A low, feral hiss bubbling up.<span style="color: #660033">"Rrrr=BARKEEP!"</span>he verbally snapped, short temper getting shorter by the parsec, those on either side choosing wisely to move away and find new seats.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>