Tyrus took a seat on the chair, taking another drink of the rum. He never liked to take shots of rum; he preferred to drink his liquor slowly. It also made it easier to control his intake of liquor and keep him sober for longer. He swirled the drink around, before he looked back up and peered over at Mal. He nodded to him. "That sounds like the good thing to do. It's..."

He looked around. He learned to fake this sentiment. It made it almost real in his head; to become truly amazed at Zenderael. He had to channel the amazement he felt at Earth to do that, but the end result was similar. He smiled, over the rim of his glass, and nodded his head. "Yeah," he said. "It's a big change to get used to. Makes you look at the world differently, too, you know? Seeing how people lived on the other world."