<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/AhPPcM1.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Du'Gar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Robinson, corridor outside Lyssa's room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lyssa<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>Du'gar's text<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was one thing to hide one's centauri self from other aliens, but to do so in front of a Narn? Someone who's born to hate, grown to fight and taught to kill centauri. One capable of detecting one with naught but wiff. There lingers an awkward silence as the narn stares with his red eyes directly at the centauri, even after she's explained her needs.<br/><br/>For what seems like the last moment before the Narn smashes the centauri's head in, he lowers the pad in his hand and looks at the air vent. "My apologies. It has been a long shift. Let me check that for you. Luckily, you can live with the heat, because there's absolutely nothing I can do about that one. It's all in the central furnace end and we can't do anything without shutting the thing down completely and letting it cool down - which would mean freezing to death. And we don't want you pretties to become icicles."<br/><br/>The narn moves in looking around the room. "That centauri fashion? Explains the lack of hair. Taken a bit of influence from 'em? Bet you look very fetching in them, just don't try enslaving us as well."  Letting out a chuckle as he slides the pad down into a pocket hanging from his belt, and proceeds to dig out tools to open up the vent grill and look underneath.  Probably wasn't the first centauri cosplayer he's seen.