Oh, he knew that look. Serph gave him that look sometimes, only Serph had this silent authority that could send a chill down the spine. He hated that look. So instead he concentrated on settling himself back in the chair with as little scrambling as he could possibly manage, then preceded to try and tug at the suit again. He really hated the suit.

"Fell outta dat pod ting, ya? 'N when I go try t'get de rest of me comrades out... dese vine tings come outta de walls... tro me around... den bite me!" His speech was slow and he ended up slouching back into the chair, one hand moving to press against the front of his right thigh. 'Made me all tired."