Making his way into the mess hall Dizzy smelled of cordite and looking like someone killed his dog. The symbiote didn't understand why the otherwise lively and energetic space cowboy was so... depressed. It wasn't like him and it was making the alien sad and droopy too.
Seeing Assiah badgering a DRD he trundled towards her. With an unenthusiastic, almost monotone voice he asked. "Mind if I sit down with ya?"