*After a slight sigh, the skunk does his best to regulate his breathing, though he's still a bit shaken, but remains being the good listener that he is.  He looks to the stamp on the back of his paw and chuckles a little bit, figuring it was weird that he was first let into a bar without any kind of bouncer, or just anyone checking IDs, and only getting a stamp for entry, but from the sounds of things, the stamp would be able to keep him safe, for now at least.  Though it strikes him as odd, and somewhat sadistic that if people could reform with a simple stamp of the hand, why does it sound like others have still perished.  He quickly gets the thought of a group of predators waiting for someone to reform, but then not giving them the chance of getting a hand stamp.* Well then...*he says rather suddenly, and out of place, but he looks back and chuckles slightly at what SK says, and actually calms down a little bit, managing a somewhat soft, yet sincere smile.* Really?...Well, I can't help but say that's incredibly kind of you SK...I really appriciate you giving me the run-down on this place, and so far you've hit me as a pretty good guy, I'd enjoy hanging out with you.