Rocky let out a low, raspy chuckle a bit at Kabiri's behavior. The Almyst seemed to be rather polite and comfortable in his presence, which was a refreshing chance of pace from the nervousness that was usually displayed by those that dealt with him. He took a moment to shift around what remained of his meal until it felt secure enough in the crook of his left arm for him to bend over without spilling anything. "Rakans'mei Jakarta, Talon Merc, currently acting as a security officer and lab assistant. Feel free to call me Rocky, everyone does." He said as he grasped her hand as shook it gently as he could manage. The action was rigid and controlled, clearly borne of practice rather than experience. For a second Rocky found himself taken aback as he came to the realization of how small and fragile she actually was given the way her hand felt. Why, she was even more frail than a Terran! One errant twitch would have been all that it took to crush every bone in her hand.
With that uncomfortable thought on his mind he released her from his grip, seemingly trying to be even more gentle than he had been at first. He didn't want to dwell too long on the idea, a change of subject was in order, "So what brings you to this section? I would've thought that you'd be one of the first to reach the hangar, you being excited to get on Vazoon and all. You come to grab food too?".