Behind the female alien with red skin stood Drax. He couldn't help but overhear her slurred speech and aggressive posture. Two traits he could very much relate to. His eyes followed her hands as she picked out choice meats and snacks. As well as more gelatinous alcohol cubes. Obviously this was a female of good taste. He joined her. Instead of bothering with some silly tray he used barehandedly grabbed things and ate them. "I am Drax." He explained he gazed directly at her from across the table. "I have also died once. Tell me, was your death also in battle?" He asked as if there were any other acceptable way to perish.