Krassok sees the pilots of the other craft... what was that word... mingling together in the center. He had never been very good at the social aspect of interacting with other species. By the Scorekeeper, even his own species was hard to deal with. These people were going to be flying on the hunt with him, so it would be good to get a feel for their behaviors. He stops a short distance away and contents himself with listening, uncaring of how awkward or rude he looks.