He smiles and realizes how confusing his name must be, he looks over to the cabinet and speaks again "Mountain mead 111" The hands once again come out and this time pull a big mug from under the table and suspends it in mid air. One of the hands shapes itself like a gun with the forefinger out and the thumb it, it points into the mug and a stream of colored liquid fills the mug before setting it in front of the blue man. The hands clasp and shake in the air over imaginary shoulders as if celebrating victory and then return to the cabinet.<br/><br/>Taking a long drink from the mug he continues speaking to the woman. "You can just call me X, its probably the easiest. I am a (he sounds out the words) Jah-keey and we speak Kwee-zee-ahn, as you seem to as well."