A string of garbled jibberish escaped past a row of pointed teeth, starting low at first and rising in volume the more that he pulled the tired cobwebs from his brain. A Gotal with a blaster pointed at both him and Rocky was something that thankfully helped to speed up the process. Sadly, their situation was far less than ideal, and the young Lupine ended his unintelligible, throaty rambling with a huffed breath. How to even begin fixing this?

Where was a protocol droid when you needed on? Or hells, even that old vox translator that Rocky used to always tote around on his knapsack would've been welcomed.

Sadly that old thing was back on the King, no doubt in pieces atop the Wookiee's workbench.

Without options, Markos fell upon old habits he'd had growing up. After so many times being in trouble with his mother and father, he'd learned well enough to adopt the apologetic look and tone; it usually only work a quarter of the time, and more often than not it was a slam dunk with his father; not so much with his mother.

Ears drooping and tail falling still, the vornskr let his head hang low, eyes looking up at the Gotal in that universal anooba pup stare.