One of his best friends in the New Republic Navy had blue skin, fangs, and spit acid. It's odd to see the change, but it's the class of oddity that gets filed under 'never seen that before,' catalogued, accepted. He doesn't come toward her; he doesn't want to startle her, or make her run away.

"My friend Suralinda had a pair of those. Always thought it must hurt like hell to bite your tongue."