“Perhaps, but i won’t hold my-” 

Freyr paused as crashing sounds came from the reception atrium in front of them. Human and Rothian shouts were mingled with a harsh nasal tick tocking and a decidedly liquidy slurping.

Suddenly, the automatic doors whooshed open and a mess of spindly legs and gel sac exploded out. A large Tindrel female clung onto a QV mobility suit as the waterborne alien furiously writhed around. Using the mass of gel to gain momentum, the QV smashed the Tindrel against the wall. The Tindrel replied by rending the side of the suit with its sharp talon - grey liquid sloshed out before the suit joined back together.

More Tindrel and QV spilled from the atrium. Some of them appeared intent on splitting the two up, others looked like they might join in.

Freyr stopped where she was and took another slurp of coffee. She shot a sly glance at Vreta and tried not to laugh.