Its third longest tentacle twitched. Yorrik noticed and tried not to read anything into it. It was always very hard to remember that other species did not encode their every gesture with vast banks of personal information. On an elcor, that tiny movement would have meant: You’re an idiot, I hate you, and if there were any justice in the universe, I would be in command of this entire vessel. But sometimes a tentacle was just a tentacle.