“The Area 51 nutcases? Yeah, right,” John laughs. The real aliens out there make those Roswell Grays look like cuddly toys, in his opinion. Besides, if there had been actual alien contact before with Earth, he figured the aliens would’ve had an even lower opinion of humans than they already did, so there’s that. “Never thought of it as that way though. So what we got going for us is we’re basically the intergalactic version of rabbits?”

Humbling thought, but he’d been called worse. Hairless space rabbit somehow wasn’t all that bad. John doesn’t seem to notice the Rygel forming behind him, which is probably for the best because if there’s one alien on Moya’s crew he had to pick to pop up on Stacy, Rygel wasn’t anywhere near the top three. Not unless you wanted to be babysitting a klepto spoiled, pain in the royal ass.

Although he had to admit, the klepto face-off between Rygel, Chiana and Howard would be totally worth the money. And the front row seat. So long as you didn’t keep anything valuable on you.

John shifts his weight, crossing his legs.

“Still, they’re not exactly encouraging us to hop right to the whole breeding part,” John says. It does make him wonder why there does seem to be more humans. He’s had two years to get used to the idea of humans not being even close to the top of the food chain, so…