"Yep," Skulduggery replies, absolutely showing off as he pinches his fingers on the screen, zooming in to the semi-silvery wiggle there by the head. "He hosted a dinner after the first excursion, which happened to be a guerilla death match. It was nominally in honor of the winner, but of course, he used it to debut his favored human form to the rest of the ship."

Unfortunately, pictures of him all turn out the same way, so Skulduggery has to specify what they're looking at. "One of the girls here on the ship took a pair of lobster crackers and bashed his skull in. Should've come out the other side, really, but the interior of the facade was empty, save for a black void." Which Skulduggery may or may not have stuck his hand in. Not that he's ever going to bring that up with a stranger...

"He was fine, obviously. Nothing anyone did at the dinner affected him."