Yeah, no it's... great. Friendly is a great thing. It's really... good.
( He nods as he speaks, voice light, eyes trailing back over to his workbench like he's preoccupied with the whole lot of nothing he was doing when Lance spooked him.
It really is good. God knows how he'd handle it if that weren't the case, if they wound up engaging in war with these things. They seem peaceful, he knows, and there were a dozen people back in New Amsterdam that weren't from earth. Technically alien, it's just...
They looked human.
He's trying not to be xenophobic.
But.
They're fucking aliens. Very, extremely, obviously aliens. Aliens with the home field advantage, and who can apparently enter your dreams and leave marks on your chest. )
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( He nods as he speaks, voice light, eyes trailing back over to his workbench like he's preoccupied with the whole lot of nothing he was doing when Lance spooked him.
It really is good. God knows how he'd handle it if that weren't the case, if they wound up engaging in war with these things. They seem peaceful, he knows, and there were a dozen people back in New Amsterdam that weren't from earth. Technically alien, it's just...
They looked human.
He's trying not to be xenophobic.
But.
They're fucking aliens. Very, extremely, obviously aliens. Aliens with the home field advantage, and who can apparently enter your dreams and leave marks on your chest. )