"Well, at least we're not about to kill each other and what all," Zavros muttered under his breath. His skin was already starting to heal somewhat, even after the liquid wrong that the creature had vomited all over him. They were mostly all alive, the creature had been slain, and - severe grumbling over the return trip home aside - they were going to return to home quite a few enslaved people. Technicalities here and there, that was a solid win in his view.<br/><br/>His eyes glanced across the groups of people who had formed together into groups...and inevitably, his eyes laid across a woman who had lizard-like features. "...huh. Don't see that every day." Ignoring the fact that everything that had happened today held enough weirdness to become the new normal, he approached the woman, curious about her.<br/><br/>"Not with any of these folks?" he asked in a gentle voice. "Or were you just caught up in the craziness?"