Malkath had spent most of the ride up trying to get the blood off of his beak and make himself somewhat presentable, to the disgust of some of his fellow Mercs. He would still need a good wash up to clean himself fully of all the dried blood on him, and he still needed to clean and preserve his new trophy, the head of the Pirate Kroot which still hung from his belt. 

Stepping off the cutter and being confronted by their boss, the Merchant-Captain Nico, Malkath had the luxury of keeping his expression mostly passive, being a Kroot. But then again, HE wasn't the one who made the plasma reactors to explode, he just slaughtered his share of guys and killed the Captain. 

Thus, he simply shrugged his shoulders slightly at the question and looked over at some of his surviving fellows. He spat out a few words in Low Gothic:

[b]"Wasn't anywhere near any generators, mayhaps one of them knows. Sent any other pirates a clear message though."[/b]

With this, he tapped the head of the dead Kroot on his belt softly with his taloned right claw.