"And if they don't, you make sweaters out of their skin?" he jokes. Although whatever, he wouldn't be surprised if that was an option here. That said, he can see why Anwei chose this life to escape to. It's quieter, more secluded, nothing like the trainwreck that was Epicurea. It's clean and efficient, instead of tacky and lavish, bar the amount of food.

"I can pick up a language. I don't really see what the point of showing up on Earth is if it's not my Earth. It's not like I'll know anyone." And as suspect as the kindness of others is, at least the promise of it is more to go on than trying his luck with total strangers. "Thanks for the mental image. I'll try not to picture myself suffocating from the inside before I go to bed tonight."

He nods. "It won't be your fault if Stacy jerks me around. I won't wig out on you like I did that one time." Not that he'd be around to do so anyway.

He reaches and picks up the AI marble she offered.