Phillip had no poker face when it came to conflicts, more within the Tower itself. But the disclaimer was quick to settle any doubts about what the Psiionic meant. "Must be some troll traditions then." Watching the Tribble purr and cuddle in his jacket made the man laugh for a bit, "And I doubt he'll be hissy while he's all bundled up. Look at him."


Gray, this is not a toy or a puppy, this is…a possible alien? A pest? Was this the Capitol's version of a rat? Questions ran around his mind but, like his host said, it wasn't actively harming anyone. It would live another day then.