[center][h1][color=pink]Rose[/color][/h1]
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Heh, It was odd to see a place done up like 'wood' out here in space, like some strange reminder of home where things were either built out of stone, wood, or hide originally... or, rather, the 'species' home, not Rose' home. His was kindof made of metal and grease, but it still evoked a feeling of 'home'... Even more so with the little bar that was present which instantly drew the big fluffy beast's attention, luring him over to it with a big toothy grin!

He was plenty happy to spend some time searching through the bar shameless, if it wasn't there to share while they were 'getting comfy' then why wouldn't he have mentioned not to mess with it? Hence, just after one of the girls dove over it to get something, he practically laid ontop of the bar as he picked through things behind it... upside down... 

He came back up bearing a bottle of Courish whiskey, which had him grinning all the harder, it was a staple of mercenary life and frequently looted from pirates if their ship survived well enough.

He wasted not a moment plopping onto an assumed stool against the wall and laying back against it, using a claw to pop the top off the bottle and take one long audible swig, followed by setting the bottle down and letting his mouth gape a bit in a deeply relaxed sigh... a little piece of 'his' kind of home it was, it was an extremely familiar taste tearing it's way down his throat.

Of course, he snapped his mouth shut as he caught scent of someone coming closer to 'him' specifically than the rest and glanced down suddenly... Oh, it was the pretty plant lady... He'd admit he didn't know most of the names unless they'd been spoken since meeting them, possibly a nasty habit of mercenary work that was going to need changing with his new, hopefully, profession.

Either way he kept up a pleasant smile opening his mouth to reply only to suddenly close it, raise his claw to cover it and look off to the side, the thoroughly stiffled rumble of an internet belch could be heard for a moment before he exhaled and 'then' turned back [color=pink]"Ah, Excuse me."[/color] He'd seemed to catch on to general public courtesies well enough at least! He even raised the claw he 'didn't' just belch into when offering a hand shake. [color=pink]"Yes, I am. Name's Rose, and it's a pleasure. I don't believe I've ever seen a plant person before, you're rather exotic it seems."[/color]

He cocked his head then with a slightly crooked smirk [color=pink]"And aye, Most of us keep to ourselves or the military... Not too odd, I've heard we're pretty new out in space, hmhm. Course, I was born into mercenary work instead of military. My parents were both Hull runners, though I found I couldn't enjoy the monotony the same way they did... by that i meant always fighting the same thing, pirates or smugglers, it was always one of the two, always in-space... I wanted some more spice in my life, and when I heard about GAHL it sounded perfect... Arm up, travel to different worlds, hunts all kinds of different creatures, every job highly likely to be different from the rest. I couldn't pass up the chance to hunt 'different' prey instead of only what I already knew I could take down... there's not as much thrill there."[/color]