For a fresh arrival, the youth seems surprisingly comfortable, unruffled by aliens, new worlds, and the like. Of course, he would catch the attention of a cop, one he is clearly a teenager, two, that sure looks like a weapon under the cloth strapped to his shoulder. Add in some bandages and bruises, despite the smile he flashes it is clear he is not too far out of some battle.


He rubs the side of his head, only making the hair stand up more oddly for a second as he waves off the bucket with a sheepish gesture. " Thanks, but I think that's illegal." He does not tag Pratt for a cop, he is just an honest kid. It's in his DNA.

Then again what was the legal age in a strange world on an alien casino ship? He has no idea. He has not attempted to partake in anything that is above his age bracket so far, then again, he may be lucky at gambling. He is gifted with better than average instincts and luck.