[Namur grumbles a bit under his breath, resettling his head on his arms.]

Well, that's hopeful, then. Wound up gettin' sprung from that fishbowl once, but the planet was poisonous an' 'bout killed us all after a few days. 'Magine slowly chokin' on yer own air cuz y' can't get quite 'nuff a it. Water weren't no better. Made a the wrong shit, or somethin'. Tch!

[He waves a hand.]

Good riddance t' that shit. Only good thing come outta that place's meetin' Rip.