[arkaznor]

IC: Ark started to shift uncomfortably, everyone in the room seemed to be ignoring him, and the robot still made him uneasy.

"Well, if you don't need me, I'll just get going than," Ark nervously stated, having enough of the cold security room. If they weren't going to tell him what to do, he would just figure it out. Not to mention the status of his gun worried him.

Pivoting, he stepped out of the room.

While the prime suspect to get information about the whereabouts of his gun, was a certain Mudkokon he had just seen, he did not feel inclined to try to start a conversation along the lines of "Have you seen my gun?" with her; which he suspected wouldn't go over well. So, avoiding the dark female Mudokon with anger problems, he took a different path down to the cafeteria (being the most logical place to start, since that's were he tossed it away), passing by a Vykker that seemed too self-absorbed in thought to notice him as he did so.

Upon reaching the cafeteria, Ark found it largely inactive, with only one figure that stood out in his memory,

"Hey! You're that Vykker that almost, got, me... kil-", the word were out of mouth before he had really remembered the whole experience, having first remember that he had a question to ask this Vykker [Kirk] before nearly being killed.

'Ah, SligSludge'.

OOC: I don't know if it matters that I don't post that often, but there's a reason and I should be able to be more consistent from now on.

Splat, I'll try to make my posts shorter (But it's hard...). I also seem to have a habit of interacting with mostly your characters. I might want look into that...