Maybe he's the one with some innate talent for Statue Aptititude, or...whatever. John doesn't know how to explain it. It's like story of his life post-wormhole. At some point you gotta just nod and smile and act like it was another day in the neighborhood.
"You think we'd be ready for this," John says, chewing the inside of his cheek and glancing at Howard. "Y'know, all the movies telling us aliens are gonna stomp all over us. Guess it never really sinks in until you're in knee-deep." John crosses his arms over his chest, shrugging. "I've had enough experience with aliens to not expect them to have your best interests at heart just 'cause they say so. But this's my first time encountering them, so it's not like I'm suddenly an expert."
But aliens could have all kinds of motivations, some of them weird, some of them scarily human, and he'd given up trying to just cover the whole group of them with a blanket impression. What he wanted to make sure was they didn't get blown out of the sky for showing signs they weren't that cool with how the Daligig were running things.
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"You think we'd be ready for this," John says, chewing the inside of his cheek and glancing at Howard. "Y'know, all the movies telling us aliens are gonna stomp all over us. Guess it never really sinks in until you're in knee-deep." John crosses his arms over his chest, shrugging. "I've had enough experience with aliens to not expect them to have your best interests at heart just 'cause they say so. But this's my first time encountering them, so it's not like I'm suddenly an expert."
But aliens could have all kinds of motivations, some of them weird, some of them scarily human, and he'd given up trying to just cover the whole group of them with a blanket impression. What he wanted to make sure was they didn't get blown out of the sky for showing signs they weren't that cool with how the Daligig were running things.