Firefly Glen my place, or yours?

Oop, the Charon in Osiris is coming out.

 
Charles eventually caught up to them, and Osiris stifled his gut-reaction with a small snort. He wasn't entirely sure what haphazard genetics made up this big-eared freak—nor did he really care. All that Osiris knew was that Leta's friend was U.G.L.Y YOU AIN'T GOT NOT ALIBI, and in no way a reproductive threat. 

"Charles, sorry about that—got something in my nose," Osiris greeted smoothly with a smile, feeling a sudden boost in confidence; his expression warmed for Leta's sake, as he assumed the newcomer was a friend. "It's nice to meet you."