[JayDee]

The shrill tone of the Vykker shook Nikoh slightly, feeling the unimpressed gaze of the well preened Vykker upon him. He could see the usual stifled disgust on her face as he lifted his goggles to speak to her.

Squinting his tiny eyes he examined her, she seemed to be on more official business than some of the others here, her large sun hat belying the formality of the documents pushed loosely into her satchel. 'nothing screams 'substances' like a Vykker.' Nikoh thought, deciding this could assist his search and responding.

"So a Vykker like you's gotta know what's brought all these hotheads here?" The Vykker scanned under her sun hat, searching the crowd for he security Slig, but to no avail. Butting out his cigarette on the ground, Nikoh awaited a response.

CA: Nikoh attempts to use his charisma stat in order to get information out of Mildred.