There was certainly no harm in admitting that the cargo ship that harbored not only himself and his family, but also the plethora of low life that decked it's hull was by far the epitome of lackluster, at least from outside appearances. The blue hued paint that lined it's exterior had long sense dulled into something nearly as dark as the night sky - it's facade chipping in places to reveal the equally as dull iron beneath it. Her once ivory top had too been tainted, dirtied and unkempt and yet, despite how decidedly mediocre she seemed, Tetradore was decidedly fond of the territory he himself had once toppled a Polar Bear in order to obtain. However, it was hardly the boat that seemed to irritate Frost so, his pack members themselves somehow falling prey to the man's whims - that was a facet he refused to simply ignore, even if his run ins with the fellow were decidedly few.

In truth, Frost had hardly crossed Tetradore's mind in quite some time - certainly not so tonight of all nights. On the contrary, his striking emerald gaze was entirely steadfast upon the Egyptian woman he found himself facing in a fashion that was certainly more inquisitive and indicative of his inner feline. He could hardly deny he was curious of the beast that rested beneath her caramel skin - it was by far the most intriguing aspect of any were, the creatures he'd seen here within his own ring. The things they were capable of. It fascinated him. Still, he remained silent on such thoughts of intrigue, watching the way in which the corners of her lips contorted into a grin of sorts - one that he failed to return.

Tetradore himself had very little feelings in regards to the man's inability to best the python. After all, he had watched time and time again as one individual lost to another that he, inevitably was entirely capable of besting - much less eating if their more feral instincts were not simply ignored. The jungle cat was entirely assured of himself and his place upon the animal kingdom's hierarchy - not to mention his own gilded seat here within the Ark. Still, he was hardly oblivious to the fashion at which the woman raised her manicured brows ever so slightly, her own thoughts on the battle quite clear to the male. Nevertheless, Tetradore handed the female the case in question, entirely oblivious to the way in which her own affinities seemed to sort through the object that he had otherwise ignored.

It was her response to the man's offer to continue this role of courier that caught Tetradore's attention. His own eyebrow raised ever so slightly at the glee that seemed to echo within her accented lyrics. He hardly suspected that the assistance she might provide their unconscious friend would be compassionate in any fashion and yet - it didn't bother him quite as much as it perhaps should have. Instead, Tetradore nodded ever so slightly, "This way, then." He spoke simply, turning to lead the foreign female back through the crowd and into a section of the ship roped off with the sign "staff only". The hallway was strikingly different from the mediocre hull the pair were previously within. The steel walls turned wood paneled with an ornate dark red wallpaper - this section of the ship far more pristine with a nearly luxurious appeal.

Tetradore continued to lead her further into the maze of his home, finally pausing in front of a door to gesture into a room lined with bunk beds. Once upon a time, it had been a place for the crew to slumber but now - it merely served as an area for those too hurt or, such as this case, those simply unconscious. "There he is." Tetradore spoke, nodding towards the man in the bed as he leaned against the edge of wooden bunks. He might have had every intention of allowing the strange woman to see to whatever her assistance entailed but he could hardly let a stranger loose within his realms. Much less the rumors that would fly if someone died within his care. Slowly, the were's emerald gaze shifted towards the female, clearly letting her take the lead.