The sight of the talking raccoon drinking at the bar was not surprising nor out of place since Tesla himself had spent a considerable amount of time among other Abnormals. Granted the vampire had no love for the furry fellow, and had at one point actually wondered how he would look wearing a coon skinned hat. Yet the last few weeks aboard the ship had been peaceful enough and after spending time in the company of beautiful women and a state of the art lab...well his temperament had improved quite a bit. Oh there were still times when the man's mercurial nature left him a tad paranoid, but for the most part he actually enjoyed this new arrangement. That said, Telsa found himself slow to try and connect to those he first met and had blamed for his imprisonment. So as he silently sat in the corner, sipping a glass of wine and reviewing his latest batch of research notes, the vampire found himself frowning slightly as he noticed the demeanor of the one called Rocket.
Not normally one for caring what happened one way or another, it took a few moments to read the little furry man's body language, but when he spotted the agitation and need for a spot of violence Tesla's spirits lifted. Talking about feelings with someone he barely tolerated was out of the question, but letting the little fellow unleash some pent up anger was well within his wheel house. After all it was far better to be the target, then someone else who could not heal rapidly. After nodding to himself Nikola finally stood up, and after carefully setting down his research, the vampire made his way over to the bar to pick a fight. "Why hello there...Rocket, was it? It has been a while. I must admit that I was surprised to see you here, after all I do believe it is against health regulations to allow animals near the food and drink meant for real people...well that, and last I checked there was a bit of a height requirement for drinking and I am afraid that you truly fall short."