Krux was informed briefly about how unusual humans can be to have around the ship, but you were the best cook around. So, he gave it a shot. Everything is going fine until, his eardrums are hit by the ear bleeding airwaves blasting from the kitchen

Krux walks in, holding one set of his clawed hands up to where his ears should be, and screams over your music.

"What is the purpose of your war music, human?!"