Suirrel looks at his shoes and gloves.
These are made of leather, but why would he warn me?
Suirrel soon sees Warren appear in his cryo-bed, who seems is still trying to gnaw through something that isn't there anymore.
(The straps disintergrate due to the teleportation)
Suirrel clears his throat.
"Welcome, Warren. This is my ship. It may be rather small, especially compared to Oxvy's ship, but it is my home. I want you to treat it with respect and do not touch anything or break anything, understand?"