"No, no, of course not. The voice is all wrong," Spinelli muttered to himself, dropping his head for a moment. Something seemed off as he glanced down, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. Shrugging it off for the moment, he looked back up at the others. "Deepest apologies. The Jackal finds himself more than a bit perplexed by the situation he currently seems to be caught up in. It is a pleasure to make both of your acquaintances. While I do prefer to be addressed by my chosen nom de guerre, as it were, I have to admit my friends do tend to use my surname, Spinelli, despite numerous attempts at insistence on my part..."

He broke off mid-babble as he realized what it was that had been bothering him - or, rather, what the lack of it was. They were all quite, quite naked. He opened his mouth and closed it again, almost comically, then oh-so-casually shifted his leg to cover up an area that should, by all rights, already be covered, using his arm to aid in that particular process. His other arm lifted into the air, fingers of his free hand moving as if trying to speak where he currently could not, then moved to rub at the back of his neck rather nervously, seizing on the first thing that came to mind.

"Ah-heh. Y-your pardon, but did the NotMaxmista say 'species'?"