"Nothin' wrong with a little daredeviling, is there Cloud?" He slapped Cloud on the shoulder, watching with interest what he was doing running sand through his fingers, but said nothing. Instead, he walked past Kal to the gates protecting his new investment, patting him on the shoulder as well. "I'll make sure next time to warn you. You know, unless unforseen circumstances spring up. Then," He shrugged, removing a fake rock from beside the gates and punching in a code. "Who knows if I'll have time."
As the gates ground back, he gestured them to hurry. "Set the gates to open halfway. Figured we don't want any lurkers or sightseers coming in after us." When they were through the rapidly closing gates, Malachi scratched behind his ear. "Welp. Home sweet home." Looking over the two of them, his left ear twitched. "Not for long, though. Hangar is over there." He indicated a small entryway carved into the face of the rocky sides. Dust trickled down over the doorway as a low thrumming hovered by overhead. He looked up, but made no show of caring too much. "They won't find us down here. Either of you need or want a change of clothes while I pack my own things? Emergency supplies are already on the ship."
Looking around as if someone else might be listening, he lowered his voice some. "Before you ask, let's just say there are some folks don't take kindly to my business. Ain't a mercenary or anything, but the business world can be a bit ..." He drug a finger across his throat, stuck his tongue out. "If you know what I mean. Always best to stay prepared." With that, he put his paws behind his head, started walking to his living quarters while whistling. He accentuated this by shaking his hips now and then, the distinct sound of a rattle coming from his tail.