"Hm?" Felix has to tear his gaze from the two men closing in on each other down below. The wolf's attention doesn't budge: its ears stay pricked toward the the fight of interest, its pose stiff and a bit bristly.

"Ah. Hello." This kid looks about as harmless as the other, whatever pain their space-faring friend is about to cause him. Felix returns Chris's smile, just to be polite, though it's sharp and fast. "Call me Felix."

His eyes are quickly back on the fight, the conjurer sucking in a sharp breath at thee blow Han deals Jim- and exhaling it in a pleased hiss when hiscaptain throws the other rather than take the next hit.