Space and aliens, man. To be fair, he had only encountered humans up to the point of his coming to Starklandia, but who cared. Orange, green, pale, or slug man. They were all... people? Whatever. You'd get the point. Octane didn't care the shade of their skin as he cared about them as being a person. But none the less Beverly's comment made Ocatvio reach out, and pinch her lightly. "Hm. Seems real enough to me!" With a laugh he maneuvered out of her reach to avoid retaliation. Couldn't make it too easy.
Nodding he munched on the soft pretzel a bit. "Yeah. We have money." He took a good bite and then got excited about ice cream prospects. With a mouthful of pretzel he spoke. "Weee ould giit ith crm!" Then he realized what he was doing, and how unflattering. Swallowing quickly. "YES!" Simple response.
They were walking as it was he stopped to look at Beverly. She was nice. He nudged her lightly. "Wanna check that store out while we figure out where ice cream is?" Octavio gestured at the store he was mentioning.