[ Tall, scaly, looks like a raptor from those ancient movies. Garrus, if Alva remembers correctly. He's probably an alien, or someone with really terrible skin. Really terrible. Alva tosses Andyr a small foil - it's a candy, nothing scandalous. ]
It's an orange drop. Or so they said when I took it from mess; it tastes a little like medicine but it hasn't made me sick yet. [ Pointedly said; he's aware of your barfing. He's keen on you like that. ] How are you taking to the vents?
[ I can hear you rattling from a mile, you know. ]
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[ Tall, scaly, looks like a raptor from those ancient movies. Garrus, if Alva remembers correctly. He's probably an alien, or someone with really terrible skin. Really terrible. Alva tosses Andyr a small foil - it's a candy, nothing scandalous. ]
It's an orange drop. Or so they said when I took it from mess; it tastes a little like medicine but it hasn't made me sick yet. [ Pointedly said; he's aware of your barfing. He's keen on you like that. ] How are you taking to the vents?
[ I can hear you rattling from a mile, you know. ]