Oh, good, you hear that everyone, it's military. That little bit of snark takes Alex off-guard, considering he was all ready to assume that Spaceman was suffering from some post-concussive disorientation or something. But hey, the man's got some bite left in him. That means Alex can get out of here even quicker than he'd originally thought, right?

"No shit." Alex narrows his eyes. He's not one of those unlucky suckers who's forgotten everything of home. Not yet, anyway. "Not everyone here's from the same damn planet, all right? I figured I should ask."

No actual confirmation on that statement yet, but he's met witches and skeletons and shit like that just doesn't come from the Earth he remembers.

"You gonna be good to go, or should I call someone to get you outta here?" Because if it's all the same to him, Alex is in no way prepared to take responsibility for newbies. At all.