[Uros Osium Tokker]

***OOC***
Sorry :3 Doing my best to be here as much as possible, failing miserably ^^””” But I am still around here sometimes!

***IC (Dbreak)***

When the glowing Mudokon (Why was he glowing now that he thought about it…) stopped talking he took a fast look at the Vykker. He seemed to be at least moving a bit, it was little more breathing, surely he wouldn’t move for a while… probably would’ve been better if he died, for more than one reason.

“Yea, the Vykker definitely seems to be alive” Dbreak said with distaste “He will feel it when he wakes up though… a lot” A grin slipped through his lips “Outlaws don’t break easily, his kin does… But now onto what is important”

He offered his hand to her again, hoping that she would snap out of it already, and waited.

“That you recover and we get you out of here safely”

His angry feelings had pretty much faded, if he was going to say sorry it would be by getting her out of the immediate harm’s way, which was being here right now. Even a breeding zone for Scrabs would be safer than this place if the Vykker woke up with her around.

***KK7***

“I… dunno” He took a fast look at the device, not taking it from the other slig's hands.

KK7 had fallowed the others but was, yet, scared and shy as he had been without Dbreak for a long while and the more he was away the worst he was feeling now that his mind was taken from his tools and his little playthings (those that would go BOOM).

“I am expert with hand bombs of many kinds and of many builds… besides I am a bit stressed right now… I doubt I can work out what is this, sorry” KK7 lowered his head in shame. He was feeling a b it pathetic at the moment.