[Oran had heard 'credits' and instantly been at the waterside. They were useful, every now and again, if for no other reason than they kept the island's robots off his back.

He's by no means an expert, but that doesn't keep him from carrying a bucket around and occasionally using his long tail to jab his catches back in when they manage to skitter near to freedom. Crabby pinches aren't really affecting him, given the tip of his tail is as strange as his horns, the former being roughly the shape and texture of a pointed cleaver.]

When he sees a brand new face coming at him with an offering, he raises his brows.]

Shouldn't you keep that for yourself? They don't give credits away all that often without... you know.