"well lets find this outpost and get your sorry lizard ass home" had no joke to look thru the last few pages to catch back up on the story
He looks up with a more hopeful, if still sad, expression, goes over to him, and touches his forehead to the hylotl's...
He backs off... "Sorry, but that's the nicest thing anyone had said since my crew died... Well... Sorta... You're the only real one i've been able to communicate with since we crashed here... Ran into a bunch of Plantmen on the way..."
An orange novakid wearing a duster plonks himself down on a log before introducing himself. "Hiya, hope you don't mind if I share in this toasty campfire here" He pulls a jug out of his pack and takes a long swig.