After the shuttle was docked, Tahillie stepped off with weight on his shoulders, however, he kept his expression clear of Amy grief after the loss of Cassie. It wasn't the first time that he lost someone that he considered as a friend, but he knew that this type of field would bring death and misery to all. He promised to have a drink with the human female after the survey, but that would never happen. The small ape clicked and felt the tense atmosphere around everyone, looking at the machinery with wide expression. Talley didn't say a word of how he felt, but made his way to the kitchen to ravish through the storage area for any substances to ease this pain that he felt in his chest. Even though that he doesn't show his expression as clear as day as most, only Raymond, Rae, and Makobi could tell how he felt right now. His posture and the way that he carries himself and little tells of his body movements, one would be able to know how he's feeling, unless one enters his personal space. He made his way pasted Makobi, heading to the lifts to bring him up to the main floor and to the galley. He lost sight of the ape after he gotten off the shuttle, and made his way up.
Once he gotten off the lift, Tahille sighed hard and hit the nearest wall, leaving a dent on the wall. What was she thinking? He wouldn't question that, but he felt his grief take over as he made his way to the galley to find the first bottle of liquor; all concerns of drinking left him. For him, this was the only way to forget about the deaths of crew members, but he dare not turn into an alcoholic for that reason. When he finally made his way into the galley, he spotted the first bottle and broke the top of it. Not caring if there's glass shattering, and chugged the liquid. The burning sensation that he felt of the liquor going down his throat didn't bother him in the lease, but the warmth of the liquor made him a bit drowsy. It was the first drink that he had done, he felt his face gone warm, a tingle feeling in his finger tips, and he took another swig of the drink. He let out a half sob/growl as he took another shot. He couldn't care less right now if he's going to get alcohol poisoning, he didn't care of the tears that started to fall. He didn't care if the other Marauders found him in this sorry state, he lost his drinking partner, and he took another drink.