Buzz-growling, he took the mug, more cracks forming around it from his grip, and slowly tanked the rest. Being literally bullet proof when fully naked didn't really help when the permia-dermic neurotoxins of an Ickthian was involed... Sure he's be able to rip the niche brute in half, along with half the bar, but waking up in an airlock, again, did not sound pleasing to the beast... The glow of his eyes dimmed, while glaring at her, or was he just looking?<span style="color: #660033">"Mmmrrr... Little ooman, fair deal."</span><br/><br/>One pincer vanished under his cloaks, before returning with a few chits that looked to have seen better days. The spines on his back slowly rising and falling as he took a look around, craning his head not unlike an oak of old earth.<span style="color: #660033"> "Question..."</span>he began, then stared back at Kai, a slight growl in his translator-synthesized voice.<span style="color: #660033">"Tits... What are?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>