One of the crew's resident huge aliens is not happy.

N'tho stalks onto the Observation Deck, head forward and mandibles held in a tight expression that just exposes his teeth. He goes straight for the Daligig and their Kessek entourage. The angle of his head masks his eyes below the brow of his helmet. The finned shapes of it and the combat harness combined with his patient, deliberate tread evoke the image of an approaching shark. He's doing all he can to be menacing, for whatever it's worth. The Kessek are even bigger than he is. He's good, but he's not that good and he knows it.

"What is the meaning of this?"