Jo'ro stretches, and feels twinges through his back. Then he puts on his best smile.
"Oh, I was, but not for lack of trying. Besides, I never clamed to be THAT good in a fight. But if you want to get further than this planet, you'll need somebody who knows how to find things, like ships, weapons and," he plucks at the prison garb, "clothes that don't stand out like a Blood Carver who's just got off a penal colony."
He gets to his feet and saunters over to Q by the grate. ((I think))
"What do you make of it?"