"So if you do make it back, you'll be flesh and blood again? Same as ever'body else there." He's both happy for him, and a little sad that it's necessary. Even as he's saying that, the pink skinned woman is presenting them with beer, and someone with the elegance of a bat-faced orc takes up another place along the counter.

No one is called into question here, at least. Not even Zelgadis, because there are several planets with 'human' types of people.

"What kinda favors you thinkin'?" He's figuring, one merc to another, that he's being fully serious there.