<div class="floatleft">(http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g89/ForestMagi/Chars/erlking_zps224f3150.jpg)</div>Phalaenopsys (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1130621) tilted his head to the side, and shook his backpack. "<strong>But I brought my cooking kit...</strong>" he said quietly, before shrugging. In the end it hardly mattered, he had snacks in his bag if they got hungry, and he wasn't entirely sure the thing wasn't poisonous. "<strong>I would say it probably is indigenous, but I have no idea what it might be using for food. I don't have the strongest nose, but nothing in here smells edible except us.</strong>" He tapped the antennae as he spoke, but nothing happened besides the feathery bits swaying slightly in response, "<strong>And we're not exactly appetizing... Actually, I probably would be if you cooked me properly.</strong>" He nodded to himself, as though this was an entirely logical final thought, and hummed quietly again.<br/><br/>He jerked his head around at the sound of the trap springing, and Taria's immediate curse and recoil from the door. "<strong>Are you quite all right, Taria? That didn't sound good...</strong>" He wandered over and bent down next to Taria as she picked the needles out of her arm, and looked at the door curiously. "<strong>My gut tells me it's probably a bad idea to bring one of those onto the ship, but would you like a snack while you pick out those needles?</strong>" he offered, as the others popped open the door. He didn't feel any particular need to rush into the unknown, and hummed again as he knelt next to Taria. "<strong>Same formation as the last hall, Captain?</strong>"