With no optics feeding into his brain, Giggles was reduced to flinching at the surprise touch, and batted away the tongue (tongue?), staring at the roof and hoping the nonhuman would go away. Sometimes that worked.

"'oldja I can't pay for another night," he mumbled when it didn't. The thing tonguing him didn't feel particularly familiar, anyway, but Giggles could never be sure.

It said something.

[i]Oh, shit, a tourist,[/i] thought Giggles, then- [i]Oh shit! A tourist![/i]

Immediately he was sitting bolt upright, awkwardly pivoted towards the Paminian and flashing a salesman's smirk. "Heard you were lookin' for someone? Say no more. I've gotcha. My name is-" his eyes flicked to the spaceport's advertising banners- "Gucci Starbucks, finest tourguide in Frixion, guaranteed. Need something? Seeing someone? Looking for the-" he jerked his head towards nowhere in particular, but in a conspiratorial kind of way- "good stuff? Gucci's your guy."

Giggles slipped off the bench and bowed just a little, spreading his palms, welcoming. Then he grabbed Borulama by the... by the [i]something[/i] and dragged him off the bench with a handshake. "I see you're here for some business. Mogul, right?" Giggles had no idea who that was, but the tentacle monkey didn't need to know that. "Sure. I can take you places, anywhere, for a-" he nearly burst out laughing again- "modest fee. What was your name again?"