The big alien just stood there behind the ooman named Jane, as he watched the ooman's squabble amongst each other. Were he younger he would gladly hunt any of these ooman's. Their skulls would make most satisfying and honorable trophies on his wall. However he wasn’t on hunt this time. There would be no trophies. Walking over to a bench he sat down, the ooman made material creaking under his weight. He slid out his wrist blades and twitching a mandible inside his helmet activated one of the targeting lasers and played it over the twin blades until it grew red hot. Then he calmly did the same with the other set of blades.