Aeneas gave a small nod, though he was somewhat confused. ‘Jungle’…Was that like a forest? A really hot, humid, uncomfortably compact forest? Sounded unpleasant.

“I do not think any of us expected to be,” the alien purred with a twitch of his feathers, “At least that much gives us something to have in common…” he trailed off, somewhat bashful, “…Yes. It is nice to meet you, Zhiai'kahn Ahl. If you…have any questions, I…”

This felt odd; it was rare for Aeneas to be on this side of things, giving the answers instead of posing the questions. He wasn’t sure if he liked it yet or not.