Gryf held up both hands, making that little 'hold on' gesture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow right on down. First off, there are aliens on this Station, and if you hurt one of them I'll throw you out of an airlock. Second off," she looked up at the dragon, "I might be able to help you get this guy fixed. ...Who makes a space ship into a big lizard thing? And um, no offense or anything, but you pop into costumes to protect people?"

She can't help her lips twitching. It sounds a bit ridiculous.