A-582: Merchant Freighter Spanial (Docked), Prrri’s Cabin

That feels better.

Who knows, in a minute or two she might be game to try the unadulterated air again…

Prrri’s ears do the up-down dance.

He reaches into his cupboard and pulls out a coiled roll of tubing of some sort that looks to be covered in tightly woven red cloth.  It’s tied with a loop of twine in a bow and Prrri pulls at one of the threads to release the bow, causing the coil to flop loose into a spiral.  At the bottom end is a cap.  Prrri’s ears go flat for a second, but he looks at Lia and seemingly deliberately perks them up.

He bites the cap off with his needle-like front teeth and spits it into a nearby waste receptacle that has possibly been placed there for exactly that purpose.

Holding the spiral tube in his right hand above his head, he opens his mouth and tilts his head back, applying pressure at the top of the tube he squeezes from the top with his left hand, sliding fingers downwards and causing a gush of liquid to spurt into his mouth from the bottom end.

He holds up the empty tube for a moment for Lia to see.

“Moderrnn, technoloxy.  Moderrnn xliving.”

Ears dancing again.

Then he tosses the tube into a container inside the cupboard.  

He reaches in and pulls out another red coil, hands it to Lia.   

“Xave to take masssk off.”