"I see, I see..." [i]Jason abused the high-tech transmit system linking his palms with his ship for the sole reason of getting himself some food, a bottle of Devil Springs vodka appearing in his left hand, while a full-meal protein bar did the same in his right. He grumbled, activating some systems within his armour. Soon, lower front of his helmet shifted, hissing as the vacuum seal was broken, soon revealing an oaken jaw, healthily tan skin, a stubble of silvery grey hair, and thin, lightly coloured lips as the metal plates receded to the sides, visor still covering his head from the nose up. Soon enough, he was eating his protein bar. MJ soon arrived at Talath's feet, holding the ball up while loosening his grip on it, the dragon-man being supposed to pick it up from the wolf-hounds maw since he was standing up.[/i]