"Mmmm... who are you?" The Pelarota says, as he takes a sip of his coffee. This doesn't seem to affect him, as he still had a tired face, as usual. "Come on, say something." He said, tapping his claws on the table, making a click-clack noise like a horse's hooves on a wooden floor.

As you stay quiet, staring at the large alien's form, he looks a little disappointed. "You won't say anything? Fine, I'll introduce myself first." He holds up a big paw, waiting for a handshake. "The name's Brent. Though you can call me Cannonbolt."