"Well, hey. If it makes y'feel any better," which it probably won't, but he's gotta recover some his easy nonchalance somehow and she's as good a target as any for it, "we might not technically be on Earth now. I mean, jury's still out on whether a sky even exists."

So, uh, that's pretty fantastic. Less fantastic is what she follows that one up with.

"Not real fond of humans, are ya?" And that's a disarmingly casual question, given that this would put her on the list of people to keep an eyesocket out for - which is gettin' pretty lengthy, come to think of it.

No rest for the wicked. Which ain't really his idea of a good time, really; he likes rest. Sleep. All associations besides.