Faris's head rises from Hunter's shoulder for a moment as he sniffs at the meat. "Perhaps... just a small amount of sunscreen?" he asks. "Then it will be perfect."

The K'da quickly sinks back into full tattoo form at the approach of a stranger, since his new friends apparently think he shouldn't draw attention. The point seems to be moot though, because Schön has already commented on his presence. "Greetings," he says politely.