Zmerr's eyes opened wider making them look as though they might pop right out. He'd only heard stories of creatures like this one. He dropped his fishing pole and stared.

The lizard-like figure in front of him didn't look as though he planned on hurting Zmerr, but the overall image of the being struck fear into the Asura. He trembled awkwardly for a moment before clumsily retrieving the pole and making a break for his pack. He pulled his plasma pistol from it's holster on his hip and held a finger on the trigger in case of emergency.

He stopped after throwing his pack over his shoulder and turned to face the other. He had recovered enough to give him a fake look of slight irritation. He held the pistol tightly in his hand but kept it at his side so as not to appear threatening.

"You scared the fish."