Erasmas takes a sip from his glass, then raises his gaze above the shy brunette, looking at Kadar. "Oh hey mate! Yes, yes, dreadful situation. How did I come out if it, eh? Well... in an escape pod." he shrugs; "Fortunately, I had nothing of high value onboard... well, except for my humble self. My ship is not a combat vessel, and I'm definitely not a fighter pilot. I managed to land some missile strikes, although I'm not even sure how I should evaluate the damage I dealt: they don't explode, they don't leave debris, they don't even bleed... they just, uh, ripple and change color and drip some jelly. Bah!" Erasmas makes a disgusted face. "But enough of this, we're all safe and sound and we have gracious company, let's not go over that anymore." finishes with a smile at Florence.
