“Honestly...I don’t think she was that bad.” Senjen answered calmly, seemingly having moved quickly past the anxiety he had been showing moments ago. Granted, he also seemed to be ignoring the woman shooting down the pair of Tekeri without a second thought, but she had merely stunned them, he supposed. “I mean, she didn’t [i]have[/i] to tell me about the scan. If she just wanted me to agree, she didn’t have to tell me the truth. A scan of my frame OS would have been no big deal. The fact that she was honest with me...well, like I said, maybe she wasn’t that bad? That alone almost made me agree. It was a [i]lot[/i] of money, but, uh...how much money would it take for you to agree to brain surgery from a random stranger?” 

Senjen was exaggerating somewhat on the severity of the scan, but it was close enough that he had been unwilling to go through with it, even at that price. At the moment, he was glad to put it behind him so he could try to forget about how much money he was walking away from. What they were walking [i]into[/i] might have been even stranger. There was evidently a parade of some sort, and Senjen hadn’t the faintest idea of what it was about. Part of him worried about accidentally doing something offensive at some alien cultural event, but the people around them looked to be having a good time, and there were stalls selling things. Given where they were holding it, they were probably expecting tourists. He doubted he had to worry. 

On the subject of worrying, though, Senjen’s focus did move more towards his client. The way Light had been acting, his appearance, the coughing, it did not point to him being in perfect health. He had not said anything during the flight to Korit, but Senjen was wondering if it was something to be worried about. “Say, Light, are you...alright? My people don’t get sick, obviously, but I had a pet once. This weird, cute little alien thing, and I had to learn what to look for to take care of it.” There was a short pause from Senjen. “Not, uh, saying you’re a weird alien thing. Or little. Just, um, you know, wondering if everything is alright?”