Galvus, having restored his weapon to a factory-new state after a long couple of hours, made his way to the upper decks of the ship, and noticed a certain Sorlas standing by someone's door... damn, names were a weak spot for him if anything was.  He approached as the door slid open with an audible shooming sound, and he noticed something off about her behavior.  Her movements seemed... loose, out of the ordinary for the typical Sorlas.  Fighting a quick internal debate, he made the decision to follow the suited aquatic life form.

	Needless to say, his suspicions were confirmed by a slurred exclamation.  They say drunken Sorlas are rare, but he knew better.  He once saw one of them win a drinking competition in a bar on some colony in the ass-end of nowhere and walk away, the advanced suit on his body failing to accurately compensate for the erratic, drunken stumbles.

	[color=cyan]"I wasn't told there was alcohol here."[/color]  He pulled a mandible back in a smirk as he said this.