He narrows his eyes. He appreciates the ego-stroking, but that's a little obvious now. Hearing that the others are coming puts him a little more at ease. It's nothing against Sharon; he's just generally not a very good team player, but he liked that team in New York. He liked them okay, anyway. So far stupid Long Hair and his stupid dumb hammer haven't turned up either, so that's even better.

"Space whales," he says, because that explains everything. "It was fun." It really, really was, and that's also why he's clinging to the idea of the people he knows.

"Why should I trust you?" He totally wants her resume.