"It's Alternian, lowblood dialect, high galactic imperial era," Ammond replies, lifting her chin just a little, and sneering just enough to expose pointy teeth behind black lips. Maybe she's just a yellowblood from the wrong part of town, and maybe she's very fond of some of her alien friends and neighbors, and maybe she's adopted a number of decidedly non-troll people as in-clade - but she's still Alternian and she doesn't have to take this kind of shit from an ill-tempered little mammalian alien. "And I haven't had a chance to put on my dermal ornamentation substances, because I wasn't planning on going out until someone started throwing a hissy fit on my liminal platform. Not that I'd expect an overwrought barbarian like you to know anything about what would be tasteful cosmetic choices for a troll of my caste, in the first place."