((Whoa, sorry for holding things up, guys XD And please, don't have a Yeerk nicknamed Jiminey Cricket, I wouldn't be able to take it seriously XD I'm sorry dude, I'd just expect him to start belting out in a musical number, especially after just watching the Princess and the Frog (have you seen that yet Terenia?

) It is an interesting angle that the human host was a criminal, though. And Alloran would simultaneously get mistrusted, hugged to death and blown away. x3 And Shen, do you think I didn't see your scenario as a possibility? Bwahaha...))
Corliss dismisses the whole conversation outside and walks back into the bar. He felt reluctant to leave Alic out there, in a state like that, determined to do anything to be close to the mask of her father again. But Ossanlin...
<Nearly knocked me over, in his haste to help her,> he murmurs. Yes, Ossanlin would make sure Alic was all right. He had had too long a week--the base relocated, the strain of unwanted battle and moral turmoil, semi-stranded at this bar, and to top it all off he'd been forced to perform surgery. He was no doctor. It was all too exhausting, and he couldn't bear to jump in the middle of Terenia's woes as well.
At least I've stated my opinion on the matter, he thinks bitterly, sitting at the bar, still holding the Dracon he had drawn outside. He turns it over in his hands, carefully.
<Look, mate, maybe we should go?> Mike says patiently. <The Skimmer's jus' about fixed, enough to get us back to the base. They'll need our presence there, anyway.>
<Maybe you're right,> Corliss replies with a mental sigh. <I don't know. Myitt's right, this foolish bar really does suck you into it. We do have work to do back home. Can't always save the whole bloody galaxy.>
<It's too much to put on yourself, Corliss,> Mike insists. <Christ, I just thought we came 'ere to see what Myitt was up to, an' maybe 'ave a drink. At least I got some bleeding chips out of it.>