Going to speak, the sudden rush of a figure drew his attention away momentarily. It wasn't until the Gorn finally returned his gaze back to the Orion, that he sighed. Perhaps it wasn't exactly the best question to start with, given how he was dressed in the uniform, as well as his general demeanor. The hint of exhaustion was picked up, before a rumbling was felt, rather then heard. A laugh, as if amused by the Orion's demeanor and behavior. Odd, perhaps, but it made sense, all things considerably. A shrug, a roll of the shoulders granted to the Starfleet Officer, before a reply boomed forth.
"No, but even I have enough common sense to suspect their intentions."
Another pause, before the Klingon Diplomatic Uniform signified who he was. A slight tilt of the head, but yet, a ravaging curiosity in those eyes, no doubt eager to see what was able to be pried out of the officer for this station. Perhaps some useful information at least, though he possessed an inkling of common sense, and was not about to annoy the officer with pointless, needless questions. Brushing off his left shoulder, the Gorn finally answered.
"Now then, with assumed questions out of the way, I believe there's any officers here I need to meet to arrange my quarters? Rozadas, Gorn, Diplomatic Liaison of the Klingon Empire."
A bored tone took over, but for now, the Gorn kept the talking to a minimum. Best to do so, to quietly observe the man, and study his behaviors, before affecting an effective strategy for conversational discourse...