[@shylarah]"Good to know we have an understanding of one another." Tsitua replied, his voice fueled by potential promise for the future. "We would have followed you anyway." He added. He stood, leaving his food half-eaten. Had it been transported to his table by less revolting hands he might have finished it, but he could already tell that the processed food of earth's restaurants would probably harm him more than fuel his body. He set a one hundred dollar bill on the table and nodded to Orion. 

Turning back to Amuné, he held an expression of relief. He had expected her to be much more combative about the whole situation. "Well, let's go." He said, having no intention of leaving her alone.