Cor just gives O'rhok a Look regarding his initial answer, because the info these helpful natives give are Extremely Helpful, in his mind. At least, it seemed very helpful to him when he himself first arrived on the Iris moon just weeks prior. That Look takes on a judgemental feel upon hearing the phrase 'trophies' as well.

"Unless you're going to eat them or give them to some researcher, I see no need to be hunting such creatures," he retorts, even if Cor himself doesn't know if those creatures on the moon can indeed be made edible in some way. And no, he's not really feeling the full meaning of this male's words right now - Echo or not.

But the 'Hyur' male himself grips the seat and swears beneath his breath when that particular rumble shakes the whole vessel. He hadn't known that space travel could be this rough, or he would've taken further precautions. And yet, there was one brief moment where he felt rather sympathetic for the Miqo'te, given his reaction...

However, that moment is lost the moment O'rhok opens his damn mouth and spits out that kind of declaration. "I'm sure the stewards wouldn't mind shoving something into your mouth - and no, I don't mean anything pleasant, either," he grumbles half-irritably, half-as-a-warning.