Gelvei stares out the windshield of the car, listening quietly as the human asks his questions, murmuring a 'No thanks' to the cigarettes and a 'Sorry' about smashing the dashboard. 'I wonder if he's concerned about me. I'm still not all that well versed in humans and their feelings and such. No way to really judge something you've never had to deal with before I suppose' Tucking his legs up against his chest he wraps his arms around them, setting Mimu on his knees. “I've been here on earth for over a year now, 468 days to be exact.” Rubbing his nose with the backs of his fingers he pops his neck before continuing. “It took me a while to figure out the currency system on this planet, so I've just stuck to rooftops to avoid complications.” Reaching up he grabs hold of Mimu, smashing it hard between his hands. The ball of fur squeals with glee.

“Mimu is a Qualon. Qualon have no skeletal structure to speak of, but underneath it's skin are sacks of chemicals that can be released by pressure or impact. This chemical is kinda like. . . . . .” Gel looks around, trying to think of the right word. “Um, I think the right term would be “Happy Drugs”. Unlike the stuff I've seen on your streets, the feeling only lasts a few seconds, and it's a natural part of it's body. It's kinda like scratching a dogs stomach I suppose.” Thinking hard about what Alec said about the human's persistence in activities that they know is harmful, he can't help but laugh. Looking over at the driver he smiles. “Every breath a being takes is taking a risk with one's life, so unless you can fault one for breathing I don't find smoking odd at all.”