[Snake nods in quiet agreement. She is all prickles and distrust - he understands why. He is sympathetic, somewhat. It is never easy to adjust to an unfamiliar place, filled with unknown quantities. And Siren's Port is uglier than most of the places he's been, save the experiments.]

Indeed. It smells of the legions of unwashed and defeated. I also detect end notes of xenophobia - ironic in a place so filled with unusual mutations - and condescension.

[She will probably turn him down - friendliness, after all, is suspicious - but he decides he will attempt anyway. It is the least he can do for a fellow newcomer, he thinks.]

I was thinking of getting a coffee after this. Somewhere... far out of the field of this place's unique aroma. Will you come with me?