Vas dropped Mallory like a bag of sticks and rubbed the back of his head. Had he overly reacted? He was pretty sure that he was ready to beat that human's face into the wall to the point of the shattered remains of Mallory's skull would be perminately lodged into the metal. The alien huffed and puffed, calming himself down and no longer producing smoke.

"Sorry," Vas replied in a half-assed apology. "I'm used to fighting being like drinking hard booze in the morning. It's 0900 somewhere."