That's as definite a no! as could be expected from a creature approximately the size and weight of a teacup. Hopefully less fragile... but stalking Rinzler all over the colony to keep him from being stepped on again doesn't really appeal. With a half-smile and a serious nod, Bel stands and heads for the corner at the other end of the alley. There's got to be a place nearby to break into laughter without damaging Rinzler's sensitive self-image.

The whole business is tiring, though, and Bel's step is slow -- maybe Rinzler will follow them instead. Getting too old for this.... It's not surprising the poor thing should be nervous; who knew what he'd seen others turn into lately. Someone should take him back to the ship before he gets hurt. Even the air feels heavy today.....



...The choked sound that grates around the corner a few moments later, just out of Rinzler's sight, is not one of amusement.