Kiton narrowed his eyes at Takeshi, eventually pointing at himself with his thumb. “Well that’s because I happen to be incredibly proficient with ki! So much so in fact that I could level this entire city if I wanted to! But I don’t want to, but your guy also doesn’t trust me to not to so he seems to want to have me on a ‘kill on sight if I do’ kind of deal”, he spoke before he shrugged, “Frost Demons have never been trusted, especially after Frieza’s Empire all those years ago. It also doesn’t help that I nearly wiped out a planet because of a plant I got or stole or whatever…that thing nearly killed me too, though…”

While he was feeling quite annoyed that he was being disregarded as a victim from that event, Takeshi’s attitude was certainly making him a slightly bit more annoyed than he was at that stuff. He didn’t want to do any of this, not even when it meant somebody who had spent a massive time in isolation was getting brief few hours of relief from all that. If Takeshi was going to be a pain then he was going to be a pain back, it was the least he could do to repay him for it. When Takeshi took the initiative and suggested food he folded his arms, turning around with a smirk. “I guess that’s one way to start a day! Fuel is pretty good, not to mention pretty essential, you know?”

Despite Takeshi’s poor attitude, he was going to try and enjoy himself. If food was on the menu then he was going to try and get as much as he possibly could while Takeshi was paying, not only to make Takeshi annoyed, but also to satisfy himself after so long with only prison food. Floating after Takeshi as he led the way, he looked around at all the natives he passed to which they stared right back. They probably hadn’t seen something like him before, despite the rebels consisting of a few other races that weren’t Saiyans. It made him feel kind of proud, both because he was the source of wonder for these people and it wasn’t fearful gazes.

Upon arriving at the ideal stall for food, Kiton stared at the selection he was being offered with curiosity. This was the kind of food he usually snatched when the owner of the stall wasn’t looking, something easily done when you had a long prehensile tail. Rubbing his hands together, he slowly looked through all the goodies before to Takeshi as he showed his distaste for one of the foodstuffs offered. “Ohh? Wiggly?” Drawing his attention to what it was he was looking at he let out a brief laugh, staring at it intently. “Ohhh wow! Is it alive or a simple nerve response? Is it seasfood or land?” Quickly turning his attention to the elderly owner he waved his hand out to get their attention. “Hey hey! How edible is this thing? Because if it’s very edible, I’ll take some! My man here is being very generous and buying for me, you see!”