Oh, so it was going to be like that, huh? Kit snorts and looks back at his coffee, though not without a couple more surreptitious glances at the strange blue fellow now seated adjacent to him. (How does he manage to look so self-assured while sitting there with a bowl of fruit salad in hand? No seriously, how is that possible?)

"Uh, no, I guess not," he replies a little sarcastically and rubs a thumb against his eyebrow. "I mean, I've seen a lot of weird shit since coming here but," and here he gestures at Zohvin, "you take the nug for being the bluest yet." Congratulations.