Believe me, you really don't want to be close to a llama's ass. Or that rank shit from San Myshuno.

[A shrug, and he takes another pull from the hookah, drawing the smoke in expertly and then exhaling it in a puff between pursed lips. It isn't bad, but unless whatever effects it has are the type that kick in nice and slow, it's not quite the same as his stuff. Doesn't quite hit the same spot.]

Yeah, I just got here. Like, yesterday, I think? All I know is they tried putting me in this awful yellow spangly suit and, nope. Noooo way. You been here a long time?

[For someone freshly arrived to this place, Skye looks surprisingly relaxed.]