[BlueInTheShell]

Riddell's eyes narrowed at the sudden incoming mechanical monstrosity of a man that decided to bring the ambient volume up several decibals, and felt a sharp ping in his gut that didn't come from whatever was lurking in there nowadays. Modified humans. Wrenches, as they were sometimes called (If you were looking to get into a fight with a cyborg.) Twisting his back and letting out a yawn, Riddell pointed over towards the guy and leaned in to whisper to Hexeri, the woman trying her best to slurp down the absinthe she had ordered, and not vomit. "Hey look. It's your favorite. Walking, shiny humans." He said with a grin, before adding. "Maybe not shiny. His chrome looks like he hasn't washed in years."

"Daddy? Is he the spawner of all these humans?" Hexeri asked with a bewildered look for a moment. The blue-skinned woman was born from a rather conservative society. The sheer fact she had witnessed humans and their proclivities with themselves and other species had simply blown her mind in the past. She had been approached one time, by some poor sod who looked to 'Give her a bit of human DNA' in his words. Riddell ended up having to pull her off of him when she assumed it was some horrific plot to alter her genetics and make her some form of human slave-stock. What followed after was a three-day lesson in properly tellings human 'No.' Hexeri pushed the glass of absinthe away from herself, and then flicked her tails back and forth; curiosity spiked. "This one is loud. Make it stop being loud, and I'll let you live the first waves of species cleansing when I rule this rock." She barked outloud, making Riddell snort and earn a few dirty looks once again from his fellows.

"Listen, you're already earning enough glances as it is. Having me walk over to the fucking binary-brain over there is just gonna cause more problems. The Govs ain't gonna keep letting you slide with all the shit you pull, Hex." Riddell said with a bit of a chastising tone to his voice; Hex's eyes narrowing, before he realized his mistake. "Oh for fuck's...Hex, don't."

It was several seconds too late; the blue-skinned woman lurking over towards Sedrex and glowering at him with a scowl that could strip the paint of a starship. "You. Metal-Human. You speak to loud. Cease." She said, crossing her arms and lowering her head just enough to make her scowl look a little more angry. "Don't force me to sic my human on you too."