Vincent was still keeping a close eye on the other 'near natives' to his own universe. Even introducing himself as Amorason was a calculated risk, but refusing a full name when others had offered them would likely have drawn more attention. Thankfully, his mother had always been better known by her title than by her name.
The girl in purple seemed intelligent enough (on a non-genius level that is), and strong willed, worth keeping an eye on. The female mutant near perfectly corresponded with Von Doom's files on Katherine Pryde of the X-men. The male mutant was an unknown variable, but his blatant use of telepathic communication made him a concern.
The graver concern was Tony Stark. Whatever his incarnation, one of the so-called 'Atomic Knights' could not be taken lightly. From what Vincent had managed to glean from the conversation so far, 'this' Stark was from a world that was only beginning to enter it's age of post-human abilities. His intellect could be put to good use most likely. Better to try to be amiable.
"I suppose bio-technology creating illusion-scapes isn't any more far-fetched than 'pure' technology or magic doing the same. I'd still like to examine some of the ship's workings, to determine if this is a DNA-based production, or organics laid over underlying inorganic technology." Biochemistry wasn't Vincent's field of expertise, but there was no need to say that out loud.
His instinct was to ignore Cybil's warning, but he again reminded himself not to draw undue attention. He stayed near the front of the group, but let one or two 'adults' stay in front of him. "I can manage certain... countermeasures that won't jeopardize the environment."
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The girl in purple seemed intelligent enough (on a non-genius level that is), and strong willed, worth keeping an eye on. The female mutant near perfectly corresponded with Von Doom's files on Katherine Pryde of the X-men. The male mutant was an unknown variable, but his blatant use of telepathic communication made him a concern.
The graver concern was Tony Stark. Whatever his incarnation, one of the so-called 'Atomic Knights' could not be taken lightly. From what Vincent had managed to glean from the conversation so far, 'this' Stark was from a world that was only beginning to enter it's age of post-human abilities. His intellect could be put to good use most likely. Better to try to be amiable.
"I suppose bio-technology creating illusion-scapes isn't any more far-fetched than 'pure' technology or magic doing the same. I'd still like to examine some of the ship's workings, to determine if this is a DNA-based production, or organics laid over underlying inorganic technology." Biochemistry wasn't Vincent's field of expertise, but there was no need to say that out loud.
His instinct was to ignore Cybil's warning, but he again reminded himself not to draw undue attention. He stayed near the front of the group, but let one or two 'adults' stay in front of him. "I can manage certain... countermeasures that won't jeopardize the environment."