I think so! [Allison laughs as one of the natives shuffles up to Needy and reaches out to lay one furry paw against hers. The one member of the hunters' band, a broad little creature with jet black fur, started doing it just that morning, and she wonders if someone else from the ship has been teaching the natives how to high five or something.]

I first ran across these hunters, and we sort of nearly shot each other? But we got past it. [Giggling, she reaches up to touch her one adorned braid.] One of them did this for me by the campfire last night...I think I've been made an honorary member of the tribe or something.

[As she talks, Allison has to fight more giggles as another of the hunters wanders over, chattering in hushed, awe struck tones, fascinated by Needy's glasses.]