While Dionysia yelled at him and clutched her bleeding arm, Krik glared at the direction of the noise until the slig in question appeared and made a rather insulting gesture in his direction.
"Hey!" He barked; temper at an end, he stormed round the side of the operating table to confront the slig, "You will show the proper respect to your superiors slug, or find yourself in front of Queen Skillya!"
Now on the same side of the operating table as the slig, he glared at it, evidently failing to notice its unusual gender, possibly from anger, but what he did notice was the vykker-shaped toy on the lab floor. He snatched it up and glared at it. "What is this piece of rubbish?" He asked grumpily, not connecting it in any way to the slig at his feet.
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