[@Hokum][@Zyngard][@Dartbored Fairy]

[i]-Someone rose from the ranks of prone and huddling refugees, a decidedly aberrant figure whose face was framed in shadow and obscured by the brim of a fedora. Dino's teleportation hadn't gone unnoticed. Donny had seen such things on the telly, but never in person. He'd waft over to them like a black fart, feet scarcely making a sound. What'd give him away was the growling of his belly. It'd been nearly two days since he'd arrived, and just as long since he'd eaten. A strange new world, and not one he was familiar with. Such things could be remedied, but a brain can't run on fumes.-[/i]

"Pardon me, missus and sir. I could not help but notice yuh got yuhself a teleporter there. How's 'bout givin' us a formal job offah on that flagship of yours, hmm? Could use a warm meal."