"Ok, ok, that. is. it." John says, shakily rising to his feet.

"I get that you aren't from even the same universe as me, but these Pch'tacka introductions are getting on my nerves." he says, stalking across the floor and shoving a finger hard in the chest of the man named Vata, his face going red under the sheen of sweat.

"I come from a multigalactic society made up from literally [i]billions[/i] of species with their own customs and rules; there is no [i]possible way[/i] for anyone to know every species or planet, but telling people what you are, where you are from and who you associate with is [i][b]what you do[/b][/i]. It helps create empathy between people, gives others a chance to not insult you accidentally, and might actually be something that should be known in a bloody emergency!"

"AND I THINK THAT BEING HELD AGAINST OUR WILL IN A LAUAK'PTUACKA FA'ALA PCH'TACKA MOA UNDERWATER FUCKING DEATHTRAP IS AN EMERGENCY!" he shouted in Vata's face, spittle flying from his lips.

In the shocked silence that followed, John shook unsteadily, a hand wrapped around the man's collar, and then he slowly released him and curled up a bit.

"John Fitzgerald, human. Formerly Legion, originally from Enki. Trained engineer, scout and sniper..." he forces a grin across his face "...highly claustrophobic and taphophobic."