[ He looks thoughtful about that. ] You know, I have no idea. Maybe I can wrangle a merchant up, see if they can exchange it into cash for you. I'm sure someone must be doing some blackmarket trading on Terra.

[ So hey, that breathing noise is back -- deep, rattling inhales and exhales -- accompanied by the sound of slithering. Peter turns and looks up, and something like this creature hangs from the ceiling some distance away, its many tentacles wandering along the floor. ]

Oh. Crap.

[ -- Peter says, then a tentacle wraps securely around his legs up to his waist, and he's pulled off his feet to be dragged along the ground. ]