Mumbin corked his rotgut as the beers were being handed out, then the music and the good stuff. He reached into a pocket and pulled out the empty half of a grenade with a couple pin rings welded to it to make an epic teacup, he tapped his cup on the table to indicate he wanted some too as he watched the crew begin to dance. He knew he was too clumsy on land to compete with the others for attention besides as an oddity, so an oddity he would be.

"Dey say zeltron being best lovers, Dey wrong. Gungan gotta meter tongue and can hold our breath for half an owah."

The alcohol was making his gunganese more pronounced, one of the reasons he didn't talk and drink most of the time. He tried to be taken as professional as he could be but thanks to Head in a JarJar, most saw gungans as bumbling fools rather than a proud if extinct warrior race. He looked up with a nod to the trandoshian then over to the mention of wookiees, that sent him back to kashyyk and spiders and bad memories.