A-581: Merchant Freighter Spanial (Docked), Prrri’s Cabin
Ears flick.
“Xuse thee massk iff you need.”
Her body might be confused as to whether she’s supposed to breathe this air or drink it.
Possibly out of habit, Prrri touches a stud on a small device in a storage niche that looks to be made of a combination of metal and actual polished wood. There’s a small puff of smoke from the machine and what seems to be a burned cinnamon smell mixed with damp earth suffuses the air. It’s possibly a little closer to the authentic Felline experience, but it does make it even more difficult for Lia to breathe.
Apparently oblivious to Lia’s additional discomfort Prrri says, “thought xyou might llike to ssee thiss…”
He moves to the storage area under his bunk.
She’s blinking quite rapidly now and warring internally over authenticity versus being able to concentrate enough to actually appreciate what Prrri wants to show her.
Finally, the latter wins and she puts the mask on.